Still Here, Still Pregnant, and A Little Less Paranoid!

I’m a few days shy of 29 weeks, and officially in my last trimester with Baby Boy #2 (Name confirmed! Intentionally withheld!)

Today we had our second growth scan since my anatomy scan in May, which in my case will continue monthly, thanks to 1) gestational diabetes and 2) Gus’ IUGR diagnosis four years ago.

Only good news, thank you baby Jesus.


Little Brother is around three pounds so far, and is in the 64th percentile for his gestational age. Comparatively speaking, Gus had already fallen way below average at this point (I think? Four years ago was a long time ago, and I didn’t write anything down, and pregnancy brain isn’t helping).

The only main difference between now and then, has been my blood pressure, and, well, how I got pregnant in the first place.

There is a correlation between IVF and higher blood pressure, and there’s a definite correlation between high blood pressure and placenta/growth issues — so perhaps that’s why Gus was a peanut, and so far Little Brother is not? I guess there’s no way to ever know for sure, but that’s my theory and I’m sticking to it.

In other news I got an email from my OB’s office confirming my c-section date for early October at 39+3 weeks, which was news to me, since I haven’t actually talked to anyone there yet about if I wanted or needed another c-section (I’m fine with it, thankfully) and how late I’d be allowed to wait to deliver (in the past I’ve been told I shouldn’t go past 38/39 weeks with my various risk factors).

I talked to the MFM team about it today, and they agreed it would prrrrobably be ok to wait a few days past 39 weeks, but maybe just to be on the safe side we push that date up a few extra days — which was also OK by me.

Baby is also finally big enough that I can feel regular movement, so I’m significantly less paranoid than I was a few weeks ago. We’ve even spent a few weeks at the beach (three hours away from home, and doctors, and decent hospitals) here and there, which was something I could never do when I was pregnant with Gus because I had so. many. appointments. throughout his pregnancy — and I was a crazy person until the day he was born.




Twenty-Two Months

I can’t speak for Gus, but I’m ready for fall. Actually this summer hasn’t been too unbearable, but moving, bad vacations and sick babies have me ready for October. Speaking of October — Second Birthday planning is in full effect (already?!) And speaking of second birthdays, that’s when I plan to stop writing these monthly updates. Mainly because I’m more and more likely to forget them lately, but also because I think they’re getting a little repetitive, and two seems like a nice place to stop.


Likes: The love affair with Curious George has ousted Elmo from his top spot. Thankfully we’re past the phase of full on meltdowns when it’s time to turn off the tv. We bought a radio flyer tricycle that Gus loves to ride around on or push through the neighborhood while we walk the dogs.

Dislikes: Diaper changes still top the list but he’s more agreeable once we get the process started.

Sleep: I’m getting ready to move Gus to his own room. We’ve been talking a lot about his big boy bed (which is just his crib) and I got him a little toddler pillow in an attempt to bribe him to sleep. I’m nervous and dreading it, but it has to happen. I’m hoping if I’m consistent it’ll be ok.

Eating: For 10 long months I gave up dairy for this precious baby, and now the only thing he wants to eat is cheese. Sure, he’ll ask for an apple, but then he just throws it on the floor before demanding more cheese.

Clothes: My stringbean baby can still wear all of his 18-24m stuff, but then I have some 2T pjs that are highwaters all of a sudden. So I don’t know.

New Tricks: If we’re playing and I shush him, he’ll reach up and smush my lips together, which he thinks is hysterical. Now if you ask him where something is, he’ll immediately give you one of these: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, which I think is hysterical. He’s also taken to wagging his finger at you (or more likely at the dogs) when he says “no,” and all of a sudden he’s yelling “HI-YAH!” whenever he throws something (we have no idea where that came from).

Teeth: Those second molars are stalled, right under the gums, but they don’t see to be bothering him quite as much. Tooth Talley: 16.

Night night
Gus Gus
Daisy, no!
Monkey sounds
snake sounds
Owl sounds
The Letters: H & O & T
Cracker (now applies to chips, cookies, granola bars, actual crackers, and Cookie Monster)
Oh no!
All done / All gone
Elephant (Appa)
*Fork/Spoon (foon)

*new this month

He’s Getting So Big.

This week, multiple people have commented on how big he’s getting. Ladies who work at the grocery store, and see us every week. A woman at Kohl’s (who helped herself to touching his arm without asking, but I let it slide, because at least it wasn’t his face).

I don’t really see it, because I’m with him all day, every day. The little changes sort of go by unnoticed, until you look over one day and he’s sitting up by himself.

Thank god for cameras.



Well, I made it to my cousin’s wedding on Saturday, but then Mr. Baby decided to make a surprise entrance before our scheduled induction later this week.


August “Gus” William was born on Monday, October 21 at 3:57 a.m weighing in at just over five and a half pounds.

He has blue eyes and the longest fingers and toes I’ve ever seen on a baby. My labor progressed really quickly, but then not quickly enough, so I needed a c-section.

Everyone is happy and healthy and I’m looking forward to eating real food as soon as they let me (Stupid liquid diet! Beef broth for breakfast?! Say that three times fast.)

In the last two-ish days, we’ve slept maybe seven hours. And epidurals are my new best friend.

It’s a … BABY?!

1) Surprise, I’m pregnant!*

Like, kind of super pregnant.

As in, I’m halfway to giving birth to a human child.


We’re not the type to take a pregnancy test and start shouting the results from the rooftops. As far as IVF is concerned, I’m a champ when it comes to getting pregnant — I just don’t have the best track record staying that way.

So, in the beginning, we waited for some good bloodwork, and then only told family and close friends. In the past, I’d never made it to the first sonogram, so that was a big deal. Six weeks in, we saw a tiny, flickering blob, and were told it was perfect. Two more weeks, and we could see a little dancing gummy bear with waving arms and legs. (One advantage to fertility treatments AND being high-risk? I get a lot of sonograms.)

Months later, it hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows. We’ve had some wonky blood work, and no one can really explain it, and follow up testing has been inconclusive — hence our delayed announcement. But everything seems fine — Mr. Baby is growing on schedule, has a consistently strong heartbeat, dances around like his momma, and is definitely a boy.

It’s hard, given our track record, not to think “well, if we stay pregnant,” or “if we have a baby this time,” but we’re finally to a point where we just said — screw it. Being nervous nellies with twitchy eyes is soooo 2012 — I’m ready to be excited, and buy some damn baby stuff already!

2) Wait, it’s a boy?!

Yes, a male child. This is exceptional news, if we are not related — because the last boy born in my immediate family is almost 27, I think. That’s 27 years of nothing but girl babies. People are already referring to him as “The Little Prince,” which I’m hoping doesn’t stick. My cousin immediately started screaming, “BUT I SAVED YOU ALL THESE SUNDRESSES!” Because that’s just how it is — we make girls… until now, apparently.

Hopefully he has at least some of my personality or that child will never, ever, get a word in edgewise.

3) Pregnancy sort of suits me.

But not really. Like, I didn’t have terrible morning sickness (I don’t think) but I did lose my appetite completely for about three months (and sort of counting, it’s getting a little better). All I wanted was ice water with lemons (Mr. Baby is really well hydrated) and a plain soft pretzels. My first trimester I think I lost 15 pounds, and I’m still a few pounds under where I started in February.

As a result, I’m barely showing. Well, maybe I’m showing? But my boobs are so huge, I think it’s impossible to tell. So I can still wear all my regular clothes, my skin is awesome (thanks, water!), and my love affair with food appears to be over, for good.

In other news, I have heartburn that could stop a grizzly bear in it’s tracks, I haven’t been able to brush my teeth without dry heaving since March, and every fan in our house has been on full blast since February. But you won’t hear me complaining (unless you are my husband).

4) Boo! I’m due on Halloween!

Perfect timing, if you ask me, because October is the best.

And now I get to register for stuff! And be super-duper pregnant during the summer! And there’s a nursery to decorate!


*This is probably not a surprise if we are 1) related, 2) bffs, 3) pinterest friends