Checkups and Confirmations

Today we had another appointment with our high-risk team, to check on Baby [Name Redacted] Little Brother’s heart.

As far as we knew, there was nothing wrong with his heart, but a Fetal Heart Echo is standard for 1) IVF pregnancies (which this was not, but I guess history counts for something?) and 2) anyone who has gestational/good ole’ regular diabetes.

His little heart looked perfect, and so did his itty bitty wittle face (pardon me, I’m biased).

I also had them confirm for me that he is, for sure, a he, since I finally broke down and started buying things I need (but also mostly DO NOT need, namely: tiny baby clothes).

While I was there, they also did a quick growth scan, and he’s currently measuring right on target for his gestational age, and is weighing in at a hefty 1 lb, 1 oz. Gus’ growth didn’t start to slow down until around 28 weeks, so I’m scheduled for another checkup with them next month to keep an eye on things.

And, speaking of Gus, I think we have a little clone coming our way (which, again, totally biased, but it’s going to be adorable in here).


(big brother/little brother)

17 weeks to go!

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Trouble.

After last week’s high-chair debacle, I’ve made damn sure that Gus is securely strapped into his chair before I run to the kitchen to get him more food or drink.

So you can imagine my surprise when he Houdini-ed his way out of his chair (straps and all) right in front of me over our breakfast this morning, and climbed onto the MIDDLE OF THE DINING ROOM TABLE.

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This time was slightly less terrifying since I was sitting right next to him (and, obviously taking pictures with my free hand), but I’m sort of at a loss here, as far as how to keep him from doing it all the time.

So we can add high-chair escaping to the list of things I had no idea this kid could do, which also includes:

Reaching the top of the dining room table (glassware beware).
Reaching the top of the kitchen trash can (a failed attempt to quickly hide the dogs’ water).
Reaching the back of the toilet (several rolls of TP have been knocked into the bowl).
Reaching INTO the toilet (that was thankfully empty, but still gross, and unfortunate).

We’re in serious trouble once he’s fully mobile.