A Lesson in Tact

I had another interesting conversation in my group therapy session with my residents yesterday.

Girl: Ms. Cheryl! You're getting fat!... (pause)... Is that okay for me to tell you that you are getting fat?

Me: When is it ever okay to tell someone that they are getting fat?

Girl: Well, you ARE as big as a warehouse!!!


Hmph... I should've just left it at fat.

Practice Run

Last Tuesday found me at the hospital. My doctor had sent me there to be monitored for an hour. That hour turned into almost 8 and involved lots of tests, 2 ultrasounds, an IV and a shot. I was having very small contractions but couldn't really feel them. It was such a surreal day. I was hooked up to machines, had fluids running in me, had nurses and a doctor coming in and out all day and I felt perfectly fine. I wasn't even worried. Wouldn't it be nice if labor was really like that. Poor Will was stuck at work and calling me every chance he could to get an update. My superhero mother-in-law sat with me, advocated for me and brought me lunch, cookies and limitless drinks (when they FINALLY let me eat). At the end of the day, everything checked out okay. I was fine and the baby was fine. We have been so blessed with health! If nothing else, it was a good opportunity to rest and try out the hospital where I plan to deliver. I'd say the hospital, medical staff and my mother-in-law all passed the inspection test. Let's just hope I don't have to go back there for about 12 more weeks!

A different world

22 Weeks

Yesterday during group therapy I had a very interesting conversation with some of my clients.

Girl #1: Dang, Ms. Cheryl! You're getting big.

Me: It's great to see you too!

Girl #2: It's not supposed to be round like that.

Me: (Silence... Wasn't quite sure what to say to that.)

Girl #1: Can I see your stomach?

Me: No.

Girl #2: (A little later) I hope you're engaged.

Girl #1: Girl, don't you know that Ms. Cheryl is married?

Me: Yes, I've been married for almost 4 years.

Girl #2: Does your husband know about it?

Me: (Laughing and joking) How could he look at me and not know? Yes, he knows and he's very excited about it.

Halfway

Here are some 20 week pictures:

It's A... (for real this time)

BOY!!!

We went for an ultrasound on Monday and found out that little Baby King is a boy. Will and I are both very excited. (And now Will won't have to be the only male in the house... all 4 of our pets are females.)

The ultrasound and my blood work all appeared normal- Praise the Lord! Little BK now weighs 9 oz and from his profile ultrasound pictures, he looks just like Will did as a baby. He was very stubborn during the ultrasound and did not want to get in the right position to let the technician look at his heart chambers. It took about 10 minutes of me flipping from side to side and on my belly to get him to move so that we could see that all 4 chambers of his heart are present and functioning. I guess we shouldn't be surprised by his stubbornness... Will and I are two of the most stubborn people around :)

Now we just need to decide on a name. We had one picked out but we started having doubts when we found out that it is a boy. It feels like such a big decision.

Word to the Wise

Unless you really like standing out in the cold for long periods of time, don't adopt a puppy in the middle of one of the coldest winters.

I am relieved to say that the worst is over! (I think.) Amelia seems to be catching on the to idea of pottying outside and will actually go outside on her own now to do her business. We can just watch her from the window and don't have to be out there with her. She is doing great!!! She actually goes to the door when she needs to go out and she hasn't had an accident inside in several days.

She and Maddie are still getting along really well and Maddie is playing more with her. She can fit Amelia's entire head in her mouth! It's pretty funny to watch.

The cats are still taking their time to warm up to her. Amelia cornered Gidget the other day and tried to eat the bell off her collar. So, I don't blame Gidget for keeping her distance when she can.

Anticipation

Monday is the big day where we are hoping to find out if the baby is a boy or a girl!
Will thinks it's a girl.
I, at first, thought it was a boy but now I think it's a girl.
Will's dad is convinced that it's a boy.
My mom thinks it's a girl.
It's a mixed bag.

Does anyone want to take a guess at what it is? :)
At least there's a 50/50 chance here.