First of all, sorry for my sudden disappearance. I had a "perfect storm" of events that led me to the decision that a one week hiatus was the only thing to be done. My grandparents came from America, my father had a health scare (resolved, I'm going to post about this separately later), we had our "big" ultrasound, and generally ran around in that chicken-with-its-head-cut-off fashion of people who get to see each other but know it isn't for very long.
But all this isn't really what this entry is about. This entry is about the midway point in my pregnancy- and the big reveal! My grandparents had just arrived that morning so they were able to come with us and see the Bean in all the Beany glory during the ultrasound. It was also my husband's first time seeing the baby because he had been at work both previous appointments. I was dying to know the gender but they do all the important measurements first. Even so, I had caught a glimpse early on and was almost certain I knew. I was right. It's a boy!
The doctor said his measurements are perfect and he looks great. We have our name picked out. It took a few days to land on one for sure, but when I got to the point where I realized I couldn't imagine him having any name but this one I figured we might as well make it official. His name is Sebastian Oliver, but I already call him Bastian.
Say Hi, Bastian!
In health news, I'm feeling pretty good but I'm also finally starting to feel REALLY pregnant. I'm tired, I'm expanding, and round ligament pain has ramped up to the point where sometimes I am suddenly doubled over with strong pinches. As long as I take it slow and steady, though, I can still get a lot done and I'm not having TOO much heartburn or other such issues. All in all I can't complain.
Bastian is getting really active and I feel him often, and they are still the little wiggly love taps and not the bladder kicks of doom so that makes me happy. My sister-in-law's baby, Lucas, is a month ahead of Bastian and he's a lot more punchy.
The doctor's office had me as losing a Kilo. That's probably about right, as it was an evening appointment and I had eaten comparatively more in that day than when I go in the morning. I accidentally missed my own 20 week weigh in. I just completely forgot it. Rather than worry about it, I figured I'd go back to normal this week, drink all my water, and weigh in this coming Friday like normal. I'm sure I'm bloated from all the food we grabbed on the go (and once it was Chinese) so there's no reason to worry about it.
On that note, my appetite HAS really increased. I was thinking that it was never going to happen but last week there was just this sudden point where I was SURE I could eat a horse. I probably could. I'm trying to keep it reigned in but it's rough.