Week 19 – It’s a Boy!

Total weight gain: 14 pounds. Yikes! Time to reign it in. “It” being the amazing quantities of food I’ve been consuming. Seriously, I didn’t even eat like this when I was chubby (circa 2004).

Percentage through pregnancy: 47.5%

Weeks until due date:

Food of the week (a.k.a. size of baby): Large heirloom tomato.

Movement: On Monday, I was reclining in bed, reading, and drinking really cold water. All of a sudden, I felt something akin to a little nudge on the left side of my stomach, about two inches below the belly button. Gasp! I stayed completely still and in about 30 seconds felt it again in the same spot. Held still for about 45 seconds more, and felt it a third time. Squealing, I ran upstairs and told Charles, WHO STOPPED PLAYING ASSASSIN’S CREED II to give me and Baby a big belly hug.

I felt Baby again on Wednesday, when I was up half of the night excited about the next day’s ultrasound. And I’m feeling little kicks as I write this!

Ultrasound: WAS AMAZING! It deserves its own post, to come.

The After-Ultrasound Call: We’re sitting in church before Christmas Eve Mass the afternoon following the ultrasound and my phone rings. I check the message; It’s my midwife.

“Hi Jessica, I’m calling to talk about your ultrasound today. Don’t panic, everything is 100% perfect with your baby. But, we need to discuss some issues with your placenta. It’s not urgent, but I’ll be here until 4:30 if you can call me back.”

I shoot Charles a look, mumble something about needing to pee (great excuse when you’re pregnant btw), and call her back from outside the church. Turns out I have marginal placenta previa, meaning my placenta is on the edge of the cervix. Women can’t give birth vaginally unless their placenta is at least 2 centimeters away; mine is 0.3. Having a placenta too close, or covering, the cervix can cause a host of problems, enumerated here.

The good news is that the issue corrects itself by labor time in 95% of the cases. As the uterus expands, the placenta tends to move up with it. The bad news is that I can’t have vaginal intercourse at least until the next ultrasound at 28 weeks (ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!), no running or other intense exercise, and if I experience any bleeding, I have to go to Labor & Delivery immediately.

Weekly sins: See “Total Weight Gain”

Pregnancy moments of the week:

— Christmas Eve/Day & the Big Charlie reveal. Also deserves its own post, to come.

— I pulled the “pregnancy card” on Charles and he wasn’t too thrilled. Right now, we can only fit one car in our garage because we’re still in the process of unpacking. When I arrived home from work on Wednesday, his car was in the garage. There were no open spots along the street, which meant I’d have to park a few blocks over and walk back — in a dress, and heels, in the cold. Our phone convo went something like this:

ME: Hi. Can you move your car out of the garage so I can park there?

CHARLES: Um…I guess….


— At the Old Globe last weekend, we saw “I Do, I Do,” a musical comedy about a marriage. At one point, the wife sings about being pregnant, about how suddenly she is no longer one person, but two, and how amazing and wonderful that feels. Holy crap, I must have cried for 20 minutes. For the next few days, I’d burst into tears anytime I tried to retell the story. Even typing this, I got a bit misty.

— Charles stood up for me during a discussion with his mother about the anxious thoughts I often have about Baby. She was trying to allay my fears by saying something like, “You can’t control anything, so just don’t worry about it!” Charles, who has fought my anxiety issues with me for years, said, “It’s one thing to logically know these thoughts are useless, but that doesn’t mean they will stop.” My husband rocks.

— Last weekend, we were listening to the doppler, and I exclaimed that all I wanted was to feel a kick. Charles decided it would be funny to swing his legs around and bonk me on the head.

Baby Milestones: Your baby’s sensory development is exploding! His brain is designating specialized areas for smell, taste, hearing, vision, and touch. Some research suggests that he may be able to hear your voice now, so don’t be shy about reading aloud, talking to him, or singing a happy tune if the mood strikes you. Your baby weighs about 8 1/2 ounces and measures 6 inches, head to bottom. His arms and legs are in the right proportions to each other and the rest of his body now. His kidneys continue to make urine and the hair on his scalp is sprouting. A waxy protective coating called the vernix caseosa is forming on his skin to prevent it from pickling in the amniotic fluid.

Quotes of the Week:

— Tech Toby: “It’s a boy!”

Pregnancy-related Tweets:

— Damnit! The guy buying us a fancy-pants dinner is ordering $100 bottles of wine. BabyArg!
— HFS! I think I just felt Baby! squeeeeeeeee!
— I bet I’m not the 1st pregnant woman to be up all night glued to her stomach after feeling baby move.
–Definitely feeling Baby. Kid must be excited for his/her big day tomorrow (today?). Me too. Don’t expect to sleep much.
— Houston, we have a gender!!!!! Stay tuned for the post-family announcement (prob tomorrow afternoon).
— We were in the house 90 seconds before my brother made a fat joke. Awesome.
— Woke up with a sleeping orange cat snuggled in my arms. Wondering what waking up next year will be like. 🙂

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One Response to Week 19 – It’s a Boy!

  1. Jen McMahon says:

    Loving your blog – even the posts that are two years old. When my sister was pregnant she had one book (What to expect…) and her husband had a different book (unknown…). I remember her telling me her book was extremely detailed and informative, while David’s was hilarious and said things like: “It’s Week 10. Your wife HATES you. Do not touch her for fear of losing digits that are important to you.”
    This was another one of my favorites: “It’s Week 28. Your wife’s head may swell and her bones are getting softer in preparation for the delivery.” So of course, David goes to work and says, “Dude, her head might swell. That’s SO COOL!” ….men!

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