I will admit, I was a buddle of nerves and emotions before the ultrasound. Both Greg and I couldn't wait to see what Baby boo was, so it helped. All my worries melted away when I saw that beautiful baby wiggling and *feeling* kicks...it was the best thing I could have ever seen. The tech (Rob) quickly started on trying to find if it was a "big mac" or a "turtle". Rob said he saw a glimpse of what he believed to be the sex...and I saw it too I just didn't want to blurt it out and be wrong. But soon, he zoomed in and told us to tell him what he thinks we're having. Quickly, I said..."It's a boy."
And I was so right.
We're having a BOY!!!!
BOY oh BOY was he not shy. He probably showed his "goodies" at least 5 or 6 times. I must say, he's his father's son. I swear to God Greg has no problem showing off his "turtle" and it looks like his son is the same way. I must admit that I cried a little. Not because we're not having a girl, but because I helped create that. That's my child. And I can see him. I see him moving around. I see him chewing on his fist. I see that he has the hiccups and I want to comfort him. I see him doing crazy things with his legs like I do. That's my baby in there. It's hard for anyone not to be a little emotional.
Greg cried a little too...mostly because without us going through the worst thing that could ever happen we wouldn't be where we are today. I didn't know at the time, but the night before the ultrasound Greg had a simular nightmare to what I had the other night. He didn't want to say anything because he didn't want to worry me. Which is nice, but I also what him to know that he can lean on me when he needs to.
Still, it was a pretty amazing experience.
All I know is that they say that the 2nd trimester is the easist. I call bull. Last night, I had the worst leg cramp ever. It actually siezed up my hip all the way down to my toes. I might have been a little over dramatic when it woke me up, but seriously, I could not even move a toe. I was rolling around trying to work it out of my hip so I could at least rub it out of my calf. It was so bad. Greg. of course, woke up and tried to help me; but it hurt so bad I couldn't tell him what was wrong. All I could do was roll around and grab at my leg. Once it finally worked out a little, I felt stupid. It probably wasn't as bad as I thought, but it was still friggen terrible. I walk with a limp today. And my whole leg feels like it's still up in a knot. My toes feel like they are swollen but they aren't. So I have no idea what's going on.
Not only am I having leg cramps, I'm peeing more than I ever have. I thought in the 3rd trimester that you start peeing your pants. I have an embarassing story involving a van ride, no potty break and a sneeze...this is not supposed to happen just yet. And I'm also swollen. My poor ankles...and fingers...and feet. Everyone tells me to walk around, but when I do, my feet ballon up. When I wake up I can barely move my engagement ring. I'm only 20 friggen weeks! I'm halfway there...NOOOO I'm not ready to be a bigger cow then I already am.
But it's all worth it.
Becuase in the end it's all about holding that baby. And I *hope* when it's all over, I'll remember the first kicks and flutters more than the swollen ankles and morning sickness.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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