My hump

My stomach is starting to feel like a dodge ball- it's harder and rounder. It's not beautiful in the nude.

Oh, I found stretch marks in a fun new place this morning. Inside of my thighs. Really, no one told me about that. I've heard a lot about pregnancy but I seem to experience things no one has told me about or mentioned.

I just got sentimental looking at drawings of what babies look like inside the womb. It's so cheesy but I can't help it.

He moves so much. Sometimes I can see him moving and it's bizarre. I'll stop saying weird and say bizarre instead. I guess every mother in the world knows what I am talking about but no one told me how weird it is. What gives, people?? So the moving goes something like this: kick, kick, kick... jab... ... head-butt really hard!!!! Today he had a 10 minute karate session next to my bladder. A Whataburger (jr.) shut him down for a while.

I've gained more weight. I just hate it because it's more than I really should. I'll be honest- I am not walking or exercising. But I did move two weeks ago and have been doing a lot around the place and walking up twice as many stairs so I'm thinking that will help a little. I walked and elliptical-ed today, but nothing too strenuous. And it didn't feel great afterward. I wanted to walk outside but the damn weather keeps bringing rain.

Oh, he says hi. I am pretty sure that his kicks in Morse code meant for me to tell you all he said "Hi." Do you believe me???

Back to my weight, I go to the doctor tomorrow afternoon. Of course it's in the afternoon when I have already eaten 10 pounds of food. We'll see what she says. I think I'm so tired right now and have checked out mentally of my job that I am waiting for school to be over to get back to walking and being regular with exercise. But I'm adding protein to my diet with the carbs so it's not as bad as before. Like instead of donuts I get pigs in a blanket. That's better, right?! I hardly ever get donuts though, so I'm kidding, kind of. But I am trying. And I'm getting more fruit and trying to drink more water. I just feel like I'm screwing this kid up and I'll get gestational diabetes in the process.

Random thought: I can't believe I am 6 months pregnant. I just had a vision of myself laying on the floor of the bathroom during Christmas break feeling like I was dying. Then laying in the shower until the hot water was gone and then laying there with towels on me waiting for more hot water to build up. Oh my God- that is enough to make me not want another kid for a long time. I'm betting labor and delivery is worse, although being sick lasted 2+ weeks and labor isn't usually that long.

I'm tired and need to go. I need to get a picture of myself up here so everyone can see the giganticness that is me. But my husband has the camera somewhere so it will have to wait a few days. My birthday is Monday- and I sort of feel like it's lost specialness now that I am pregnant and there are more important things in the world. I'm not upset about it but I'm certainly not looking forward to my birthday like I used to. Maybe I'm maturing. But I'll be excited when I get some cards.

Pictures coming this weekend. Say hello to your mother for me.
-Megan

Penis Envy

Aw, I just saw a picture of myself right after we found out I was pregnant. I was going to do that thing where you take a picture every month to see how you grow... I get so bored with stuff like that. I miss my old, totally non-perfect body. I hope to have that non-perfect body back one day.

So I won't be posting my belly today, I need to find a somewhat flattering top and pants before I go there. Then I will do comparison shots. But I do have pictures of this living thing that is inside of me and I swear he's clawing to get out. But then I think, Why would he want to get out if he doesn't know what the outside is like or that it even exists? Follow me?

So without further ado, here is a shiny picture of the sonogram taken on April 7th.

In case you're having a Rachel Green moment from Friends, he is facing upwards and looks like he is blowing a bubble but it's really his little fetus fist. I'll try to get a better picture later but this will work for now. It was so neat to see his heart chambers and brain and little fetus organs. And now here is the most important sono picture, the one that parents-to-be of girls don't really show you because there isn't a penis to show.

See how they circled the penis and wrote "boy" on the screen? If I had performed this ultrasound myself I would have been able to determine the sex of this baby just by this picture. He's not shy. The picture shows his lower back, bottom, and sporty looking leg. He's got to be an athlete is he's related to Miguel and me. Not that there is anything wrong with not being an athlete, but it's bound to happen. I hope he's tall too. And not too skinny where you can see his ribs in his back- my brother was that skinny for a while; yuck.

There you have it. Penis and all. It's so weird to think I have a penis inside of me. It kind of bothers me if I think about it too much. But it also bothers me when he booty bumps my belly non-stop. It's just so weird, I can't describe it any other way.

-Megan

Say What?

Husband says: You look cute pregnant.

Really? What was I before?

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This kid is kung-fu fighting a lot in my uterus. It's crazy that a one pound thing can move so much and make such a fuss in there.

We're moving today and I will update later after the baby has a room of his own (thank goodness) and get those sonogram pictures up.


-Cute when Pregnant

It's a...

BOY! It's a boy.

I'm glad and excited but I'm still a little indifferent to it all. It's so weird and new, but we are happy. It's healthy too, everything was normal says the doctor. Still due in mid August and growing nicely.

I'll have to get the penis picture on here soon. It was very clear that this rock-climbing (or uterine wall-climbing) child is a boy. I'm sure Miguel is so proud.

Living with a man, a male cat, and soon a boy,
Megan

Bless You!

NOTE: Anyone reading this may feel slightly grossed out then sympathetic for me.

Friday afternoon I was alone and getting ready to leave work and had a full bladder.

I sneezed.

And peed a tiny bit.

I thought that didn't happen until later. Oh well.


-Megan, whose peeing her pants at 5 months