The little flutters I was feeling have continued, albeit very sporadically. There are very long periods between those quick seconds of movement, and sometimes I go a whole day without feeling a thing. I am very much looking forward to when Scrappy’s movements are strong and consistent. D is especially excited to feel the kicks from the outside. At this point, while I’m pretty sure what I’m feeling is indeed the baby moving, I can’t be 100% sure because it’s so brief and random and usually feels akin to a quick inner-tickle.
I’m finding work to be a real challenge for me these days and not because it’s difficult or stressful or anything. Well okay, yeah, it is a bit stressful but nothing I can’t handle. It’s just so hard to focus on work stuff when my mind is so completely focused on the baby. I am literally counting the days until I go on maternity leave (12 weeks and 1 day!). It’s a thrilling feeling to know that after that, I will be done with work for the foreseeable future. Good stuff. I feel bad for D though, having to continue slaving away to support his family. His work is really stressful but at least he gets paid through the nose to do it.
Our big anatomy scan is in about 2 and half weeks and of course, I’m going through my usual routine of getting more and more anxious every day as it looms closer. I am really excited about it at the same time, though. It’s a weird combination. I just hope everything goes well and the baby is developing normally. Secondarily I hope that we get to find out the gender, but that is far less important to me at this time.
Speaking of gender, I still have absolutely no inkling about what we’re having. I don’t know if this means anything, but when I dream of the baby I always dream of a girl. However, I just read a study that said that 56% of IVF babies are male. This is due to the fact that male embryos’ cells divide more quickly than girls and these fast-dividing embryos are the ones that are usually chosen for transfer. Who knew? But I really think it could go either way.
I used to think it was such a cliché when pregnant women would tout the old standby “I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, just as long as the baby is healthy”. I’d think to myself, “Ah c’mon you KNOW you have a preference!” But now, I understand how they feel because it’s exactly how I feel. Turns out it’s not a cliché, it’s a matter of priorities. Strangely, gender actually doesn’t matter at all.
Anyway, sorry if you’ve fallen asleep while reading these boring random thoughtlings plucked from the brain of this hormone-addled Canadian gal…
PS- By the way, I’m totally breaking out. 16 weeks pregnant and my face looks like a pizza right now. I thought this was supposed to be the “glowing” trimester!