Hola amigos! This is week eleven. Whoo-whoo!
Bebe’s Blog:
I’ve felt some baby bumps this past week. I think Bebe is practicing the backstroke or maybe even some freestyle in there but hasn’t quite perfected the art of the flip-turn yet. The size of the pool is growing but Bebe is keeping up his/her own growth at the same rate.
This is what Bebe is looking like this week:
Bebe is about 1 ½ inches long and is about the size of a fig. I wasn’t really sure what a fig looked like so I googled it and this is what google images came up with:
Bebe’s hands will soon open and close into fists, tiny tooth buds are beginning to appear under her gums, and some of the bones are beginning to harden. Bebe is kicking, stretching, and moving around effortlessly. Bebe can now hiccup because his/her diaphragm is forming.
Lucy ordered a fetal Doppler that should arrive sometime tomorrow and I am beyond excited to try and find the heartbeat. We haven’t seen or heard Bebe since week 8 at the fertility clinic in Tampa. I hope I will be able to locate Bebe, I’m going to start off by aiming for the bottom left corner of my tummy in the fashion the doctors have always done during my own pregnancies. She told me the Doppler has the ability to plug into the computer so I can record the session and send it to them. I imagine we will do lots of live sessions but that I will also do a lot of recordings so Lucy, Ricky, and Little Ricky can enjoy them together during their specials times.
My Time:
So, as of this Friday the weaning will be over and I will no longer be on progesterone capsules or injections! Yeah, baby! I am up to four Sharps containers and I went to the landfill last week (when I cleaned out the little girls’ room and pretty much threw away everything they owned. Including their collection of Chinese manufactured piece of crap McDonald’s toys that of course were declared as their “Absolute FA-VO-RI-TE toys.” Whatever, they hit the dumpster with flying colors). Anyway, my point was that while I was there I scoped out what I needed to do when I brought the Sharps containers for disposal. I was told I’d go to the office and they would have ME dispose of them. I got the feeling no dump employee would be actually be touching the sealed containers themselves so that was a little disappointing, what about my scrap book ya’ll? But, we will just see how it all goes down and trust me that I will get some sort of satisfying photo out of the deal. I am just going to take a second to toot my own horn and The Husbands by saying that I am SO incredibly proud of the both of us. Myself for receiving a daily injection for over 14 weeks straight and of him for giving them to me night after night even though he hated every jab, flinch, lump, and bruise he had to be a witness to.
I have been feeling better by the day and I am so excited to be getting to the point of pregnancy that I remember loving. It is hard to tell how much the drugs played into the nausea or if it was just Bebe developing. I am glad that it is going away and that my friend AK also had a Lone Ranger of a Sea Band that she gave to me after I posted the last blog post. Can you believe her lone Sea Band was also gray? So, now with the complete set I am feeling better even though I look like I’m ready to sweat it out to the oldies with some 1980’s wrist bands on. Yeah, I look stupid.
Sleep is starting to become a problem. I can still hardly stay up past ten but I wake up to go to the bathroom around 3:30 am and then can’t get back to sleep until around 5. I think part of that has to do with the weaning of the sleep-inducing hormone progesterone. The extra dosages aren’t keeping me feeling like I need to nap after every little activity; that is good and I guess a little bad. However, I am starting to have very bitter feelings toward our dog who seems to sleep though anything- that bi**h! Pun intended. Ha, ha, ha. Picture of the girl more relaxed and sleeping better than I will be for the foreseeable future.
Broken sleep or not, so happy Bebe is growing and developing.
© Pocketbebe, 2010
