Bumps and Babies: Week 20 Recap

 Officially HALF WAY done!

And it's safe to say, this is one heck of a BOY SEASON

When I sit down to write I'm reminded of...

how freaking fast time goes by. I feel like it was just the other day when I was questioning whether or not I was feeling my baby move, or if it was all in my head. Remember me asking you what flutters were? Welp - it's safe to say I now fully understand. And it honestly does feel like little birdies flapping around in there. 

I think one of the craziest things is actually seeing the baby move on the ultrasound, and feeling the movement at the same time. My child, like his dad, is very chill - but wild at the same time. 

He was headbutting my stomach...

Peanut, not Austin. I just wanted to clarify 😆 I'll get to that...But, we finally (FINALLY) had our anatomy scan. Did I tell you about that appointment scheduling fiasco, yet? Okay - long story short...I was scheduled and then rescheduled and then I wasn't. So I was clueless as to what was happening.

Then, I was sent to a different facility for this particular appointment. Which confused me because my friend had just gotten her anatomy scan at our hospital. Sooo...why was I being moved?

I'm still not 100% sure...Maybe the techs at my hospital were full? But regardless - I didn't argue or question anything. I just wanted my appointment. So when it came to scheduling, I missed their call. Technically I didn't miss it...because for some reason they had my husbands phone number instead of mine...So Austin missed it. And again we missed the call. I called back and it was a fun little game of phone tag for a bit. Finally we get through and my Peanuts appointment was set. 

I can genuinely say I was not prepared for a vaginal ultrasound -

I. Am. A. Wimp. The tech said, "We are going to check vaginally first. Is that okay?" No, Katie. It's probably not the greatest information I want to hear at 9am on a Wednesday. I don't think very many girls cartwheel and "Yippie," on their way into a Pap appointment - but do what you've gotta do to make sure everything is dandy down there. 

I had Austin sit through a 12 week Pap appointment with me, so he got to enjoy this fun little diddy as well. At both appointments, I made him stand by my head for obvious reasons. "You can hold her hand if you want to." NOPE, I said. Do not touch me 😂 These men have no idea! I mean, it's not awful, but it's also not a fun time.

 Everything down there was healthy and my cervix wasn't going to let Peanut fall out any time soon. The tech kept saying, "Look, there is his bottom!" While she was in there, but for the life of me I couldn't make out anything that I was looking at. I'm no anatomy pro. I mean, you say a part of the body, it's going to take a second for me to figure out where that is. So I was lost as to where Peanuts butt was?!

Do you remember that episode of FRIENDS where Rachel started crying because she couldn't see her baby in the ultrasound? That was me minus the tears. I was like, "I see lots of things, but I have no clue what part of my baby I'm seeing at this moment. Maybe if we take this orb out of me and do the regular ultrasound I'll be able to see better 😬" The tech laughed and said that, that part of the appointment was over. So out came the camera and I could relax a little bit.

I was naturally nervous for this appointment because I had a fear that Peanut was too small, or something was wrong. I'm usually a glass-half-full kind of girl, but pregnancy makes things a little scary sometimes. 

Praise Jesus, because everything measured normal and healthy. She was even able to print some 3D pictures - which I wasn't expecting. I don't think my regular hospital has that ability, so this was definitely a blessing in disguise. We got to see little details that made my heart feel so overwhelmed with love. I keep saying that specific situations make this pregnancy more real, but seeing a 3D of Peanut felt like I could just touch him. 

His heart was checked, his brain was measured, and his little tiny bones were pointed out to us. She even showed us that Peanut, is in fact, a boy.

He was moving and putting on a show for the camera and I was feeling everything. Then his little head started bumping against me. He was either dancing or headbutting me. I looked at Austin and said "He is all you. Crazy boys." 

I have my follow up for the appointment this week, but the tech reassured me that all measurements were good and she was happy for us. YAY

This past week, I was still coming down from the high of our gender reveal...

and the realization that Peanut is Greyson. But, this 2nd trimester has a different kind of tired to it. The first 13 weeks were hard because I felt like I could fall over at any second and sleep. 

This time around, the body is tired. I have aches, my feet hurt, and my lower back is being mean. I know I'm only going to get bigger, and I honestly have no room to complain because I know not moving or stretching like I should is my own fault. 

This is me holding myself accountable - I will start prenatal yoga. Greysons honor ✋

 

But beyond physically tired, my emotions were riled up, too. Little Grey is named after Austins Grandpa Paul, who recently passed away. Austin loved and admired his grandpa so much, so when we heard of the passing, I knew immediately that if we ended up having a boy, we had to honor him somehow. Which is exactly what happened.

His services were this past weekend out on his amazing stretch of mountain land. It was sad, peaceful, and beautiful all at the same time. My husband, who isn't a public speaking lover actually went up and spoke about his Grandpa Paul. Greyson was mentioned in a speech made by Austins aunt, saying that Grandpa Paul couldn't contain his excitement when he found out he was going to be a great grandpa. 

Grandpa Paul wouldn't have wanted anyone crying or mourning his passing, so the services ended with happiness and laughter. Then, we loaded up in the car and made the 2.5 hour drive back into town and sped over to our other friends gender reveal. 

Everyone keeps joking that something was in the water when we all got pregnant...

There are 3 of us who are pregnant in our friend group. Well, technically there are 4, but one couple moved away. I've talked about my friends before, but it's still one of those "What are the odds?!" kind of situations. 

1) We are due within weeks of one another.

2) We are ALL having boys.

My sweet friend who is having twin boys has two toddlers who are also boys. I told her she is going to be the ultimate pro. The good Lord knew she was meant to nurture boys and make them into honorable men. Our world needs good guys, and that's exactly what we are giving it. I also said that since our babies are all going to be growing up together, at least they have two older brothers to look after them.

I'm going to be honest. I'm a little nervous to have a boy.  

I know that baby boys love their mommas so much - but I hear the stories of Austin when he was younger. Bugs. Snakes. Mud. Dare devil stunts. When I thought Greyson was a Lila, I imagined painted nails and princess outfits. Now I'm mentally preparing for Austins childhood stories to become my reality. I'm definitely going to need some boy mom guidance! 

We get a few weeks of celebratory rest

Like I said, there have been lots of parties, celebrations, and reveals lately. They are amazing in the moment, but the social hangover kicks in hard. Luckily, my bumpin and beautiful lady friends and I get to hermit for the next few weeks while we all prepare for our individual baby showers. Then, we put our game faces back on, and pack our party slippers for when our feet hurt. And, before we know it...

Pre baby planning, prep, and parties will be a thing of the past and we will all be holding our sweet little blue blankets with baby boys inside.

I was going to keep writing, but this baby is bouncing like there is a jungle gym in there and I have to pee. I'm also hungry, so I'll cut things off here.

What did we learn today?

Who run our world? ---> B O Y S