I am a slack-ass!

20wk6d

It’s a BOY!

Ok, so most of my readers already knew that because I’ve AWed it everywhere except for here. No, I do not have pictures of my cute little acrobat baby that I can share with you yet. Soon, people, soon. I have to take them to Wal-Mart, or some other place with a scanner, and scan them and then burn them to CD. Taking pictures of the pictures with my camera just makes them turn out crappy, and there’s nothing crappy about my little guy!

I tried to take pictures two other times during week 20 so that I could AW a little sooner, but first the camera didn’t cooperate and save the pics (or DH didn’t do it right) and the second time they were BAD, B-A-D photos of me. And since this is my blog, I reserve the right to only show flattering pictures of myself!

We were both so, so excited at the u/s appointment. I was all smiles and so was DH. Baby was all wiggly and spinny because I’d finished the glucose tolerance drink right before the u/s. He was so hyper the tech almost couldn’t get the pictures she needed. Eventually, however, she did, and we learned that Baby does not have spina bifida or a cleft pallet. All that folic acid I loaded up on in the months leading up to conception did their job. All the yummy food I’ve been eating since getting KTFU has also done its job!

Baby weighed about a pound. All the books say that he should only weigh 10.5 ounces NOW, and I know that the books are just a general estimate. Baby’s belly was measuring a full week ahead of schedule, as was his head from forehead to crown. His legs were measuring four days ahead, as was his head from ear to ear. Those of you who have seen a picture of my husband may have thought to yourselves “Gee, that guy’s got a huge cranium” and it’s true. He does. Ouch! Please pray that this measurement is not actually indicative of the actual size of the head that I will attempt to squish out of my vag sans medication in March. Please. I’m begging you here.

Also, please keep the results of my test for gestational diabetes in your thoughts. Every day that I DON’T hear from the doctor’s office is one more day when I don’t have GD. Dodging the glucose police is getting to be tough business. There’s only so many places I can hide to enjoy my Pecan Sandies and gelato.