Although I only missed last week, it feels like such a long time since I’ve sat down to write and actually felt comfortable. Between the aches and pains that I’ve learned are common with second and subsequent pregnancies and my lousy pc I didn’t get a chance to write week 19. My apologies, but this week there’s a treat a novel instead of a journal entry. 
First off, I’d like to thank the ladies who took out the time to email me about their birth control experiences. I’m now completely sure that a tubal is not the way I want to go. I was given very informative information about other methods that are less stress and worry than popping a pill daily, but not permanent. Even after all the morning sickness and everything else the truth of the matter is I’m in love with my children. Pregnancy is such a beautiful experience mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and sometimes physically that I can’t definitely say I don’t ever want to do it again . . . in the very, very, very far and distant future.
Week 19 was my fun week. That weekend Solomon and our friends attended The Roots concert. For those of you that have never heard them, they are an excellent hip-hop/neo-soul band (and when I say band I really mean band). I’m not really into baby-momma, B-this and that, look at my cash flow. These guys are very positive and actually have something to talk about. I enjoyed our little date, though we almost didn’t go because Psalm did something she never did before . . . had the biggest temper tantrum. She wouldn’t even speak to us when we returned home. It broke our hearts. Of course she’s over it now, but we also haven’t gone out again other than to work.
This week I had my big ultrasound and doctor’s appointment. We were really interested in knowing the baby’s sex since it had been throwing us for a loop for the past 20 weeks. I’d been reading about things to eat or drink to get the baby to really strut his/her stuff, so that morning I decided to have both a candy bar and orange juice. I’ll never do that again.
My ultrasound ended up taking two hours because the baby was moving so much they couldn’t get clear images. The ultrasound tech tilted me all sorts of ways to try to get shots and measurements, but the baby still was not having it (no pun intended). The baby moved the entire two hours. I must admit it was fun to watch the first hour, but after my legs started to fall asleep and Psalm started to get restless I just wanted the peanut to stay put.
I was over an hour late for my doctor’s appointment. Since ultrasound is down the hall they called over to explain and everything was okay. The office was very busy. I had to wait about 45 minutes to be seen. The doctor just checked the baby’s heartbeat and talked about the aches and pains of pregnancy the second time around. I was out in about five minutes. The baby looks great and is healthy, which is most important. The ovarian cyst is also doing well and shrinking. It was 6 centimeters 4 weeks ago and now it’s a little over 4 centimeters.
I did however receive bad news at my appointment. About, a month ago I received a paper in the mail saying the plan I’m in was changing and I’d now have to pick a primary care physician. I didn’t quite understand, so after my appointment I stopped by the financial office. After May, I’ll have to switch doctors again because at that time they’ll stop accepting my plan. I was so upset at first, but I’ve just been praying for good care and the safe arrival of our little bean.
The rest of this week I’ve just been catching up on housework. I have no problem doing laundry, but I’ve developed an allergy to folding it. Looking through laundry baskets for wrinkled clothing was starting to get the best of me, so I caved and folded everything. I promise I never want to see another shirt or sock or pair of pants.
Sleep has still been an issue. It has gotten better since I kicked Psalm out of our bed and put her on the futon. I think it’s good for her, since we’ll be moving soon and I’m thinking of all these ways to decorate her big girl room knowing it’ll go to waste if she never sleeps there. Also, I never knew how distracting sleeping with the television on could be. For the past two weeks we’ve turned it off at around 10:30 and sleep has been 10 times better. I no longer have to dream about losing six inches in six weeks by doing hip-hop aerobics or body by Jake (darn infomercials). I still toss and turn trying to find a comfortable position, but now I’m drifting right back to sleep instead of watching the Cosby show or watching all the food commercials and wishing I could go to White Castle (hey! they’re open late).
I think that’s pretty much it in a nutshell. I know you’re wondering if we find out the sex of the baby at the ultrasound. We sure did. The baby opened its legs twice for two different ultrasound technicians and we’re 100% sure it a . . .
And you thought I’d spill the beans. I had to wait 20 weeks, so I think it’ll be fun to have you wait one more!
Until next week,
Chris
