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25 Weeks, and other odds and ends

I hit 25 weeks Friday. I feel huge, but that’s the way it goes. GeneSplice is getting more and more active by the day. I’m feeling flips and kicks, and I swear, I think I felt him wiggling his toes last night. Finn’s been able to feel him as well. 

Onto other updates…

Last week seemed like it was a never-ending round of Murphy’s Law. It’s been raining almost non-stop (seriously,  #prayforWestVirginia), last Sunday, Finn had to replace the upper coolant hose in the truck (it looked like the radiator blew when we got home from grocery shopping that night), on Wednesday, we realized the truck’s registration had expired IN MARCH. We have absolutely zero clue how we didn’t know, or how he hadn’t been pulled over for it. We do, however, know why we never received the renewal notice: his uncle is still living at his grandmother’s and either hiding or trashing mail. If grandma sees it first, we get it, otherwise, no. So, he had to pay personal property taxes ($120, with the late fee), plus the registration fee ($62). On Thursday, my coffee maker decided to take a crap. Sooo, yeah… it was a rough time. 

But… there IS good news…

Our living room has been almost completely redecorated. Finn’s mom bought us a gently used recliner, and an entertainment center. It’s opened up our living room so much. On top of that, we found an amazing deal on an all-in-one washer/dryer. This thing is amazing. Seriously. Put the load in, add detergent, set it, and walk away. It takes care of washing AND drying. It’ll come in handy when GeneSplice makes his debut. 

Speaking of GeneSplice…

We told Finn’s parents and grandmother the name we’re planning on giving him. And they liked it. His mom even offered advice on the middle name (Sirius Orion). I think we’ve finally figured it out. 

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Rant Time…

We’ve chosen a name for GeneSplice. It’s currently a secret, because we don’t want people trying to pressure us to change it. It’s not going to be very popular with Finn’s family, but we don’t care. 

Clues:

  1. It’s celestial. 
  2. It has Ancient Egyptian roots. 
  3. It’s the name of one of my favorite characters, from one of my favorite book series. 

Figured it out?

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Sirius. As as in Sirius Black, Harry Potter’s godfather. As in the ‘Dog Star’, the brightest star seen in the North American sky, part of the constellation Canis Major. Taken from Osiris, Ancient Egyptian god/king. 

Sooo, yeah, there’s a lot of reasons behind the name. And we’re not willing to allow anyone to try to change our minds. 

I suck…

I’ve been struggling with posting pregnancy updates. Found this template, and going to try to update weekly. 

Keyword: Try 

Without further ado…

How far along? Currently 19w4d
How big is the peanut? Mango
Total weight gain/loss? Up 9lbs at last weight in
Maternity clothes? Just lots of formally baggy clothes
Sleep? Depends on the night. 
Best moment this week? Feeling/seeing GeneSplice move from the outside. 
Symptoms? Not many. I forgot I’m pregnant until GeneSplice kicks me. 
Food cravings? Meat and veggies
Food aversions? Sweets make me wanna vomit
Gender? Hopefully we’ll find out Thursday
Labor signs? Way too early for that
Belly button in or out? In
What I miss? Not much, really. 
What I’m looking forward to? Anatomy Scan Thursday 
Milestones? Halfway to term. 
Bump? No bump pic this post, I look like a troll. 

Crocheting for GeneSplice

My hands have been itching to get to work on crocheting for Baby since the test turned positive. I tired to wait until we found out gender, but the urge to crochet became too strong when I found some white and grey ombre yarn.  I didn’t like the “neutral” baby yarns, but fell in love with the yarn I’d found. 

My plan is to continue with this pattern, and then use either pink or blue for a border when we find out gender next week. 

Fourteen Weeks!

It’s been a hectic few weeks. I was referred to a high risk OB because of my age. Ultrasound and blood work put me at low risk of any genetic birth defects, and I go back in a couple weeks for a redraw. 

GeneSplice is surprisingly active. I’m not feeling full on movement just yet but friendly definitely feeling flutters. GeneSplice seems to like to curl up in the upper right side of my uterus. A couple weeks ago, I felt the tell-tell pressure, and when I looked, there was a very obvious bump on that side of my abdomen. I showed Finn, because I’d been trying to explain it to him for a few days. 

During my ultrasound on 12w5d, Baby was extremely active. Sticking their tongue out, covering their face, even at one point doing what I called a “frog kick” (kicking both legs at the same time). 

Ultrasounds these days are A LOT more detailed than when I was pregnant with my boys. We got to see all ten fingers, all ten toes, lobes of the brain, ect. The only thing we didn’t get to see was gender. But at 12w5d, that particular part of Baby’s anatomy isn’t developed enough to see. 

Because it’s us, of fucking course, there has to be a dark cloud on our excitement; Finn’s brother and sister-in-law started trying to conceive when they found out we were trying. So guess who’s pissed off and jealous because we got pregnant “so quick” (notsomuch, we were actually on the cycle most doctors recommend to start testing). Within three months of trying, Finn’s brother thinks he’s sterile because it hasn’t happened for them yet. Well, ok then. Trying to explain to these people that out can take UP TO A YEAR for a healthy couple to conceive is like pulling teeth. Nevermind trying to explain that you only have about a 20% chance each cycle. 

I’m dreading Easter, because after the way Finn’s sister-in-law looked at me during wedding planning, it’ll probably be ten times worse as my bump expands. I’m already noticeably pregnant, even to strangers, so there’s no “sucking it in” when I’ll be 16 weeks (four months).

I’ll **try** to start posting weekly updates. 

No promises. 

Appointments Scheduled…

I called my doctor’s office to schedule my first prenatal appointment Wednesday, and they called back yesterday. They scheduled my first three appointments. February 7th is my dating ultrasound  (we’ll get to see the heartbeat!!๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“), February 13th is my midwife appointment, and March 7th is my OB appointment. 

When I bought the pregnancy test (to be honest, I only wanted to take a test to prove to myself that I’m NOT pregnant. I seriously thought I was infertile. Guess it was XH. Whoops.), I bought the “Test and confirm, and confirm, and confirm” by First Response. It was (obviously) a three pack. An early result test, a digital test, and a rapid result test, each less sensitive than the last. 

Well, with such a dark line on the early result test, I didn’t feel the need to use the others right away. I staggered them every other day. The digital and the rapid response were both positive (obviously). I laughed my ass off with the rapid result test. It was such a strong positive that the test line pulled the dye from the control line:

^^The strongest positive I’ve ever received on a home pregnancy test. 

I’m so freaking happy right now. Finn and I are struggling to keep it quiet. I’m hoping to wait until I hit the second trimester in March, but it’ll be a miracle if we make it that long. We’ve already told our parents, and a few close friends. I’m sure the word will slowly trickle out. 

… And So It Begins…

Ugh. I popped the egg 10 days ago (translation: I’m 10 Days Post Ovulation, or 10DPO), and I’m symptom spotting. Every little thing, I’m thinking “omg, I’m ___ that’s a symptom of pregnancy,” then my rational brain takes over and says “yeah, but it’s also a PMS symptom, quit freaking out, you’re not pregnant.” ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

TTC is one helluva mind fuck. I know getting pregnant at my age, and with my history,  is a long shot. It’s gonna be one helluva ride. Thank goodness Finn is so amazing about it all. I told him from day one, there’s a minimal chance I’d ever be able to make him a father. It is what it is.

Even if I’m not 100% sure if it was me or XH, the inability to get pregnant with XH is still a part of my medical history. Only time will tell at this point. 

Feeling Hopeful…

Finn and I are on cycle #4 of TTC (trying to conceive). I’ve been charting since I went off BCPs in May. But seriously half-assing it. This cycle, I’ve been on the ball. Temping, using ovulation tests, the whole 9.

When I input my temp this morning, I got my crosshairs. I popped the egg lb Thanksgiving. 

We hit 3 out of 4 fertile days this cycle, so I’m really optimistic.

Fingers crossed that this is our cycle. 

Well, It Happened…

 Looks like we’re going to the in-law’s for Thanksgiving…

MIL called yesterday to ask about our Thanksgiving plans. Finn and I agreed that if they asked about it, we’d go. So long as it wasn’t the day of.  I really, really don’t want to, but we’re going. I guess we’ll see how it goes. 

Christmas still depends on how things go Thursday, and whether or not they even recognize my birthday. I will not remind any of them how close my birthday is to Thanksgiving  (20 days this year).

I’ve also been tasked to make sweet potatoes, something I’ve never made and, frankly, don’t like. 

Yay for me? I guess?

Five A.M. Thoughts…

((Shower thoughts ahead))

Once again, I’m awake much earlier than I have to be. 

RBF  (Resting Bitch Face) was supposed to be a defense mechanism to make men leave women the fuck alone, but has since become an excuse to allow them to utter the most dreaded phrase imaginable:

You need to/should smile more. 

Fuck. That. Noise. 

Saturday, I posted a selfie on Facebook. I was feeling really good about myself. Had my contacts in, wearing makeup, I’d even put my hair up in a ballerina bun. That was, until the first comment…

It was, of course, someone telling me to smile. Deflated, and confidence gone in an instant. If we weren’t already out of the house, I would have changed out of the dress I was wearing. 

For reference, here’s the picture:

I don’t think I looked too bad. I usually try to make my eyes the focus of pictures of myself. To me, they’re my best feature.