I had another doctor's appointment and got to hear my baby's heartbeat again. Yay. My hubby showed me how to use the voice recorder on my cell phone (he couldn't attend the appointment this trip), so I was able to record the sound of the heartbeat for him. It recorded very quietly but was still amazing to hear. I just want to pull out my phone every few hours and listen to it... reassure myself there's really someone alive in there.
Everything was good though... normal. I can't complain. I gained a whopping three pounds this month--that's four overall for my entire pregnancy. I'd like to say I'm feeling "quickening" as they call baby movements. There's all sorts of bumps and thumps down there. I have no idea what they are. I haven't gotten a fluttery, bubbling, crawling sensation they say you're supposed to feel, just quick little jabs here and there. So, it might or might not be baby.
Next month is the biggie appointment. I get to find out if it's a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter to me either way. I just want one or the other, and I'm uber curious to know which. I have a feeling I'll be a lot excited and little disappointed whatever answer turns up. Excited because I'll finally know and, wow, it'll be a ----, yet slightly bummed because it won't be the other gender. Can't have both... well, unless it was twins and that would totally freak me out.
The only issue that concerns me is my thyroid. About... well, exactly a year ago, I was diagnosed with Graves' Disease (hypERthyroid--or in other words, I had an overactive thyroid). So, I swallowed this radioactive iodine pill to kill off my thyroid, or most of it anyway, which in effect made me hypOthyroid--under active--and now I have to take a pill every morning to control my thyroid levels (the pill doesn't hurt the baby, by the way. I made sure of that).
BUT... being pregnant, my thyroid has been thrown all out of whack and has to be monitored more regularly so that I'm taking the correct dosage. This would be all good and well, except for the fact that my thyroid specialist and my OB-GYN had differing opinions about how to treat me--opinions that contradicted each other. It turned into one big mess with me caught in the middle and having no idea which doctor to believe (because I've had so much medical training and could tell which guy was right. Not).
This being a case of too many cooks in the kitchen, I decided to let just one of them check my thyroid. I feel a lot less stressed out after making my mind up. And life is once again good.
So, that's all the news I have on the pregnancy front today. It's probably more than you needed or wanted to know, ergo I'll try to hush up about my little boxer until next month... and then there'll be no way to keep me quiet because I'm gonna have to share what gender it'll be.
Until my next blog...