Years ago, somebody told me “no one wants to hear about what happens in your dreams.” I have never forgotten that. I think I started keeping them to myself more often than not since that moment. But sometimes dreams are just too crazy not to share. It’s good to know you’re not the only one with deranged thoughts.
I also remember being told that if you die in your dreams you die in real life. Then one night I saw myself perish in a plane crash and well, I am still here, so clearly I am God. Or Jesus, or Jesus’ sister. Wait did Jesus have a sister? I know he had brothers, I bet he did but the bible writers were all “nah, let’s keep it just the guys.” Typical.
The past few months I have had some gnarly dreams. Most of them revolve around something bad happening to Kaili, really bad, scary things. I will spare you the details because…well “no one wants to hear about what happens in your dreams.” I assume it’s because my hormones are all cray, but they make me want to bind her with bubble wrap and keep her from growing up. Because there is NO way I am letting her do anything alone and I am going to follow her around until she goes to college.
For now I will relish in this video. My most favorite word ever.
The Magic Word video
So this has been floating around Facebook.
Funny right? I thought so, then after a few minutes I wanted to comment on the picture and ask them if they wanted to give us some money for all our “catching” doctor visits.
I didn’t, just so you know. I am well aware that the general population has limited interest in my reproductive history. But what can I say, I lost my gynecological shame years ago. Infertilty can turn a woman brazen, hell I will pretty much open my legs for anyone in a white coat.
What the hell did she just say?
I thought about posting this.
I didn’t, just so you know.
24 weeks pregnant = 6 months right? I am pretty sure but I’ve never been good at math. For the most part I am feeling pretty good. I have been getting some more contractions and some side and back pain when I am on my feet for awhile. . But it goes away when I put my feet up so that’s good. I am finding it harder to keep my balance while working out but I haven’t fallen over in front of anyone yet.Other than that not much has changed.
I am eager for my next ultrasound to check on the previa, if the Dr. could lift my pelvic rest restrictions, that would be great. Also if they could confirm that these contractions aren’t doing any harm that would help ease my mind.
Only a kajillion days to go.
The baby is supposedly the size of an avocado.
Some women can feel movements by now but me, not so much.
I had my second tri ultrasound and amnio Wednesday. I have to say I am SO GLAD I went back to the Perinatologist I saw with Kaili, so glad. The ultrasound went well. Baby looked good, measuring a week ahead. Unlike Kaili at 16 weeks, she didn’t want to pose for the camera.
I don’t have velementous cord insertion this time around but I do have placenta previa. The Dr. told me sometimes it resolves itself, sometimes it doesn’t and different doctors recommend different restrictions. She said my OB would fill me in next week at my appointment. From what I read, previa tends to pose more of a problem after 20 weeks. In the words of Shane Snyder “it’s always something.”
The amnio wasn’t as bad as I remember it. It did hurt and it seemed to last longer than last time but once again I am really glad I went through with it. I followed it up with 24 hours of bed rest and am feeling just fine. We should get the results in 10 days.
Today I am 17 weeks and ready for this baby to make herself known. I turn another year older this weekend and am going to treat myself to a birthday cake, a mani pedi, a date night and a hot bubble bath.