Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Just Don't Call Me Chubby

It's March.

It's 70 degrees.

it's G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S outside.

And I am a bloated mess.

I mentioned in my last post that I am measuring "big." Meaning: my belly is measuring over 3 cm larger than I am weeks along. Instead of measuring 22 cm at my last OB appointment, I measured at 26. Yowza.

The doctor was not very forthcoming or worried about why I could be measuring big, so I Googled all the possible reasons on my own. I could have excess fluid, I could just have gained too much weight, the baby could be laying funny, or I could be having more than one baby.

I'm pretty sure I'm not having multiples (and wouldn't that be a hoot and just the thing to officially send us over the edge--or at least get us our own show? Hmm....)

It's very possible I'm just fat. :)

I gained 10 lbs in the past week.

I think there is a healthy chance I have excess fluid.

And I know this baby likes to lay funny because I already feel like he's crowning with every step I take.

So...I'm not worried.

But I am very uncomfortable.

For reals.

These are the feelings that usually come at the end of the pregnancy (or at least in the third trimester.)

I'm not even 6 months yet and I didn't think I was going to make it up the mountain hill to get my kids from school today. Seriously, I had a cramp that wouldn't quit and thought I was going to have to call someone to come and get me. I was a half a block from home. :-/

I have a taste of what Lance Armstrong must have felt as he eyed the last leg of the Tour de France.

Sadly, I don't seem to be sporting the "cute" baby bump that so many do at this stage. Mine is more like 2 fat rolls, one on top of the other. Not as adorable in those super tight maternity shirts that I used to love to wear at 6, 7 & 8 months.

As for the last post and the SMALL chance that this baby could have Down Syndrome....we are not worried.

I am not stressed in the least. Well, not beyond my usual neurotic obsessive anxiety that I have about everything. But that goes without saying.

We are not over-thinking this.

For one, the chance is SO SMALL that this little guy will have Trisomy-21 that we simply don't feel it is a likelihood.

For another, even if God did choose to allow us to have a child with special needs, we will still consider that an enormous blessing and love him with all of our hearts.

That was never a question in our minds.

If the God of the Universe--the God who we believe to be all knowing--chooses to bless us with a baby that has an extra chromosome, who are we to question, fret over, or regret that?

We believe all things happen for a reason and all things work together for good for those who love God and are called according to His purpose.

Phew. Didn't intend to get so heavy there. Must be the hormones. :)

And now I'm off to finish making the other 5 dinner. For some odd reason, they DEMAND to be fed several times throughout the day??
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