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How can this be?  He used to be a BABY!

Weighing in at his OMT session

Already Quite the Dare Devil!

Where DOES the time go? Wyatt had his well-baby visit on Monday. And he is super-healthy! He gained two and a half pounds in one month and is well on his way to growing big and strong, just like his daddy…

10 lbs and 5 ounces!

Check out the biceps!

HI from the doctor's office

Wyatt had his one month doctor’s visit yesterday.  Everything looks good!  He is super-healthy.

Here he is getting ready to go:

All packed up!

Wyatt turned four weeks two days ago on Sunday.  How time flies!

Here he is at the doctor’s office:

Not impressed

37 weeks and 4 days

Scott and I went in for a scan yesterday.  Looks like all is well, of course.  The baby weighs approximately 6 1/2 pounds.  But that’s +/- 5% with these scans.  Anyway, that makes me feel much better, as my dr had estimated that he was at 8 lbs already and that made the idea of carrying him for another 2-3 weeks seem like madness!

So now it’s all about getting stuff done, and finishing up work projects and projects at home.  A good test in patience to wait it out and keep busy.

One such project involved getting our new washer and dryer setup last week (thanks to Linda!!!!).  Scott had bought the old set in 1999, and they still work great for the most part, but little clothes need a delicate cycle (something I had not considered) and so here are the new machines!

Shiny!

Amazing how excited one can get over domestic appliances.  But we had fun shopping for them and got a really good deal!

So last weekend, I was on a mission and pulled all Wyatt’s clothes out of his closet to de-tag them and sort them into wash piles.

Laundry can be fun when there's an Indiana Jones marathon on!

Now we are looking forward to the baby arriving and getting him all dressed up in his snazzy new threads!

One of my favorites!

Thanks to everyone who has been asking if we found out about the baby’s gender yet. Trust me, it was the first question I asked as I was getting off the scale at our last doctor’s visit. To give you an update, the doctor sends us to a medical imaging office to get the “cadillac of ultrasounds” where they do all the measurements and tests and see how the baby is growing as well as hopefully determine the gender.

I am pleased because the images we got at the doctor so far haven’t been that clear and so this should be a much better “view”. Plus we get a DVD to take home with us!

The appointment is set for August 5th at 11am, so remember to vote on the poll to the right as to which you think it will be.

When making the appointment, the lady told me that I would have to drink 32 oz of water before 10am and not pee it out until after the exam, which lasts about an hour. I laughed. She told me I could do it, because after all, I was about to go through child birth. Yeah. I know. I just hope it’s not a bumpy road!

It all happens so fast. I went from feeling like I was just starting out, and not really feeling or looking pregnant, to being that lady (yes. lady.) that people go “awww” when they see you in the restaurant restroom or walking in the mall. Apparently my belly is cute. Ok, I’ll take it! But somehow time got the better of me and I went from feeling like I had ages to wait to really start doing anything, to being smack in the middle of all that is pregnancy.

For example, milestones are flying by. Today Scott and I went in for our 16 week checkup. Today we heard our baby’s heartbeat for the first time. It was really amazing! But then I talked through part of it!! And made the doctor go back and do it again so I could really take in the moment. That’s the thing. So much happens in every moment that I have to remember to be present, and breathe, and take it all in!

Scott recorded it on his iPhone so I will see if it turned out ok and try and upload it later on. Basically the baby’s heart is beating at 140 beats per minute. I was exhausted just listening to all that hard work. When I asked if that was normal, our doctor said the normal range is between 120-160 bpm. To which I exclaimed “Hurray! Our baby is average!”

We also started working on a registry. I have decided to not let the stores and websites fool me. This little being cannot possibly ‘need’ slash ‘require’ that much STUFF! We also ran into a mother in the baby section at Target and had a lengthy conversation about minimalistic living with a baby. It seems we share the idea that we don’t need pallets of brightly colored plastic toys from China covering every square inch of our house. She also happens to run a Montessori school here in Tulsa and is a mom of 15 month old twins. Nice to meet cool people at random!

Speaking of which, pregnancy has really given me a license to speak, so to speak… I don’t seem to care about being pc or anything anymore, but also am a free agent for any mother and/or mother-to-be to approach and be approached by, and within minutes, share the most intimate details of pregnancy with. It really is a club, isn’t it? I had no idea. But it is lovely how it seems like the world rallies around new mothers and mothers-to-be to offer support.

That’s all I got tonight. Am filled with a sudden sense of urgency to get stuff done! I think I know that this new found energy will be short lived and am a bit concerned about running out of steam before I get it all done. What? You never get it ALL done, you say? Rubbish!

Hopefully next post will include photos. We tried to take photos this morning, but I hated them all and had a little tantrum. C’est la vie! xx

Scott and I went to the doctor yesterday for our 12 week check up.  And it was a quick visit.  Pretty much just a quick ultrasound and then making the appointment for next month.  The doctor didn’t even measure the baby on the screen as she said it all looks good.  I am amazed at how you can actually see detailed features now.  Especially when you compare it to the 8 week photo (only 4 weeks ago!)

So we decided on an inside-the-womb name as I keep referring to this new little human inside of me as “the kid” and somehow it does not seem to do little him or her justice.  I have heard of many nicknames for the inside babies:  I was the Beachball (at over 9 lbs at delivery, you can imagine why), P&K’s baby was The Bean.  One blogger referred to her’s as Pico (as in de Gallo).

And so it is with great pride, that I introduce you to…  ”The Dude”.

I figure I call girls and guys ‘dude’ so it is an appropriate, gender neutral name.

So, here you go!  Say hi to The Dude.  Can you see The Dude’s little knees and arms bent?  Skinny little dude, but cute already!

Scott came home yesterday with a 20-piece Chicken McNuggets.  By request.  Ok, I did not request 20 but I did request the nuggets.  I will not say how many I ate, but I will say that it was the first meal I actually enjoyed in a long time.  Weird, as I have not eaten at McDonald’s in years.  But baby gets what baby wants.  And it seems like baby wants fast food right now.  But I wonder if this is really true, or if I just like it because it is fast, and when I hit those -panichavetoeatNOW- moments, there is always a drive thru (sic) available.

For all my natural food opinions, it feels strange to be pounding back these golden fried little wonders.  But seriously, at this point, I am just grateful I am not throwing up everything I attempt to eat.  On that note, I think I have discovered the source of my night-time morning sickness.  This morning I took my fish oil pills with breakfast, instead of dinner like I normally do, and half an hour later I was ready to start heaving.  Success!  My accidental experiment worked and I now know -don’t take the fish oil pills!  I will look for an alternative brand, but really I am on so many supplements right now, and getting tested every two weeks by my doctor to see what I am deficient in, that I am not concerned.  We shall see if the dreaded 8pm arrives tonight without its usual drama…

Speaking of doctors, I promised details of our eight-week examination.  And here they are!

Scott and I went to the doctor’s office at eight weeks (and two days) for my initial exam and first meeting with the actual doctor.  (Previous visit was mostly paperwork and Q&A with the nurse).  She was running quite late, which left lots of time for creative tweeting in the waiting room:

Off to see the Gyno-saurus for an ultrasound….not on me silly!

9:58 AM May 18th via Twitter for iPhone by @TulsaScott

Sigh.  I can’t even pretend to be annoyed because it really is quite funny to see him sitting next to the ‘all cell phones must be switched off’ sign, giggling to himself at how clever he is.

We went in and met the doctor, who is awesome by the way.  Did all the exam stuff.  Actually thought I made sure that Scott didn’t steal anything this time, and then it was time for the first ultrasound.  Ah ha!  I want proof!  Photographic evidence that, as Scott says, it’s not just a quantum-singularity in my belly absorbing all the food and raining bits of cracker and carrot into some unsuspecting land in another dimension.

Nope.  It’s a baby.

See!

Ok well maybe you can’t really see, but it’s that little blurb in the middle of the black.  Apparently the head is on the left and we watched a little light pulse in the middle.  That is the heartbeat!  Pretty cool stuff.

Our next appointment is for 12 weeks, which is next week!

Oh, and I guess Scott got away with something again…

Last Dr visit was a giant Q-tip. This visit is this? Not quite sure what it is but I ain’t gonna use it. http://yfrog.com/j0idjrj

1:27 PM May 18th via Twitter for iPhone by @TulsaScott

It has been about six weeks since I dropped the “P bomb” on Scott at 3am when he got home from work.  Even after peeing on three sticks, it was all still quite unreal.  I decided I required proof.  So the research began to find a doctor in Tulsa that was somewhat naturally inclined.  I contacted Natural Lullabies and they recommended two doctors.  One man.  One woman.  I picked the woman.

I called the office and gave my info to one of the doctor’s assistants.  She asked me about dates etc and said that I was 6 weeks pregnant.  I looked at my calendar and had to have her explain how the weeks worked as I was on a plane to Paris (via London) with my mom six weeks ago and if I did not understand it, how would I explain it to Scott!?  She informed me that the dating starts on the first day of your last cycle.  So although the baby was only four weeks in growth, I was considered six weeks pregnant.  Ok.  That made perfect sense.  To me.

Scott thought it was pretty funny, and so the jokes began.  I think his favorite had something to do with the baby coming out wearing a beret and a stripy shirt.  His colleagues at work are coming up with French baby names.  Har har.  Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away…

Well that joke seems to have gotten old, but new ones just keep coming.  Here are some examples of Scott’s tweets before, during and just after our first doctor’s visit:

Andrea- When they asked for a sample, they meant number 1, not number 2. It’s gonna be a long 9 months…

9:33 AM May 6th via Twitter for iPhone

The doctor said that some pregnant people have actually craved dirt to eat!! Are you frelling kidding me!? Cheapest …date… ever!

11:08 AM May 6th via Twitter for iPhone

First $15 copay for the pregnancy. Why yes, I will have a giant q-tip. As a matter of fact, I’ll take two. http://yfrog.com/j3jurrj

11:25 AM May 6th via Twitter for iPhone

Hmmm.  Think it WILL be a long nine months.

Next installment:  Doctor’s visit #2 and the first ultrasound!