Shenanigans

The past two weekends, our area has gotten snow. This is a big deal here; an inch of snow closes our 7 cities. The first weekend we had somewhere between 6 and 8 inches. It has been a very long time since we have seen that much snow! I think I was in middle school the last time we had a ton of snow like this. We were able to visit Kelly, Harry, and Emma and play with them in the snow. Koal loved the snow. He would eat the snow balls we made and any ice that feel from the roof he ate. He rolled around in it like it was sand on the beach (just a lot easier to clean off of him!).

Koal looking for the perfect spot to make yellow snow

Emma loves Hunter

Hunter 2010 :]

His first snowman

Making Emma her lazy boy

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We finished putting together Hunter's room (all the things that we have right now anyways). I love it. If I had my rocking chair now I would just sit in there. It is nice knowing that everything is put together in there (as Kelly says, I'm like Monica on Friends.. it isn't nesting). Here are pictures of what his nursery looks like as of today.

His reading corner (although the rocker will eventually go here)

I need more books :]

And then there was 1

We went on Friday to EVMS for our level 2 ultrasound. This ultrasound tech was super friendly. Actually, everyone I encountered at EVMS was very friendly (even the check-in lady). The whole time the tech was looking at Hunter, she was telling us what she was looking at, how it looked, etc. The only thing I had a problem with was when she wanted Hunter to move (which, for once, he was calm and just relaxing) she started jabbing my stomach with the wand (yes, that is a technical term). All of his measurements looked good. The smaller cyst was completely gone and the larger cyst has gotten smaller. Yay!! Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers! The tech and the doctor that came in said we don't have anything to worry about.... we are very low risk, all of his measurements are normal, and these things occur in healthy babies. The term "cyst" sounds so bad... all these "cysts" are is a collection of cerebral spinal fluid and it is believed that it is just reabsorbed back into the brain. CSF is what keeps bathes our brains and acts as a sort of cushion. It is made in the Choriod Plexus... hence the name "Choriod Plexus Cyst". The only thing I'm worried about is his big head... it is in the 90th percentile, measuring over a week ahead. I'm not worried that anything is wrong (he is going to be really smart, lots of brains), I'm worried about birthing that head! lol

Sweet baby boy

I love his little feet

My sister came with us to the appointment. She brought us some really cute newborn outfits. :] She said she had tried to find boat shoes for him (my favorite!), but she couldn't find any at Target. I think I'm just going to have to go to Babies R Us and buy the pair I found (even though Carl really dislikes boat shoes... it's not like I make him wear boat shoes! Although, I would totally buy him a pair). Thanks Mel for being an awesome sister/best friend!

We got a TON of pictures from the ultrasound! Mel said he was throwing "gang" signs out for us because he knows his daddy is from P-town, haha. I saw them as a peace sign and an a-okay sign. :] He was sitting with his little legs crossed this time around, rather than showing off his man parts. He is still breech, but hopefully he will flip on his own eventually. I'd prefer not having my midwife trying to turn him... that just seems like it would be uncomfortable.

He's saying, "Everything is okay!"

Peace!

As I write this, Hunter is going crazy. I even saw my belly jump from one of his kicks/punches. I still can't tell the difference between which is which. I have tricked him into thinking he is in the car by playing music on the computer. He is always so active when I'm driving and I think it is because of the music. Even if it isn't, just let me be the crazy pregnant lady who thinks it. :]

Almost 22 weeks

Worrying Does No Good

Worrying doesn't get anyone anywhere. It doesn't solve any problems, it doesn't make Friday get here any faster (which, by the way, is our appointment day with EVMS), and it certainly doesn't suit Hunter very well (he goes a little crazy).

With that being said, I have had a few pity parties (like, the night after the 20 week ultrasound, or the day I was sitting around the house with nothing to do). But did they make me feel any better? No. What does make me feel better? Being Hunter's mother, enjoying the pregnancy, feeling Hunter move, having Carl/family/friends remind me there is nothing to worry about, watching Carl touch/talk/kiss my belly, and knowing there are no other signs of problems. Again, I'm not worried about having a child with a disability (well, I mean, I am, but not for superficial reasons, more so being the best advocate I could be for a child with a disability), it worries me not being able to raise my child (i.e., Trisomy 18).

So, what am I doing? Not worrying anymore. We haven't had the level 2 ultrasound yet, so why should I worry? For all I know, Hunter just has cysts (which aren't uncommon, and before the machines got so high-tech, went undetected) and they may or may not go away on their own. And if they don't go away, they won't harm him in any way. I am going to just enjoy the ride with Hunter and love him unconditionally.

Before you were conceived, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you. Before you were here an hour, I would die for you. This is the miracle of love. - Maureen Hawkins.