14w3d

This morning I had my 14 week checkup. They said all of my blood tests from last time came back fine. What that means I have no idea because I am a BAD pregnant person and I did not bring a notebook to take notes and make them tell me about every test they did because let's face it... if they say it's fine that's about all of the medical lingo I'm going to understand anyway.

I have another appointment in two weeks for an AFP test which tests for Spina Bifida and Down Syndrome and then my regular appointment in four weeks. For those of you who are going to question my decision to have this test, please know that we did not come to this decision without a little thought. No, the results of the test will not change our outcome but it will help me, super planner that I am, to get the best prenatal care I can and also to be better prepared for what challenges may lie ahead. I want my baby's birthday to be a super joyous day and I think it will put a worry cloud over it if we are not prepared. Nuff said?

The heartbeat was around 148 which just further supports my theory that I'm having a boy!! (I know, it's too early to tell. A girl I work with said her daughter's heartbeat was around 150 so I'm just guessing here.) The final thing the doctor told me was since I have been so sick I have been given permission to eat whatever stays down. He said the baby will get what it needs from me so I should just eat what I can. (I know... within limits.)

Today also marks the day of another "fun" shopping experience that I would just as soon forget!! I spent most of my day teetering between being sick and feeling fine. Although towards the end of the day I started feeling worse. I have a feeling it could have something to do with the fact that I knew I was meeting my sister to look at bridesmaid dresses. What is it with these people trying to fit my ever growing belly into "normal" dresses?

I met them around 5:00 and one of the first comments out of my mothers mouth was, "Hi pudgy, how ya doing?" Yes, I'm showing. No mom... joking or not, you are not helping my body image issues here!! Next on the torture adjenda, actually TRY ON some dresses. Almost everything they had in the store was a 10. Now as anyone who has shopped for wedding or bridesmaid dresses knows, most of the time these things run small.

Since in NORMAL times, I usually wear between an 8 and a 10 who wants to take bets on how many of these dresses actually fit around my mid-section. Anyone? Anyone? Yes... that's right... NONE!! The poor girls in the shop tried to squeeze me into one. It took two of them to get the zipper zipped. Yup... feeling great here... thanks!!

After that, I just held them in the back so that Lindsay could get the effect. After she picked one that she liked (no worries my niece was there so she got to see it on someone that it actually FIT) I got dressed again and the lady measured me. Apparently my top puts me between an 8 and a 10, my hips put me in a 10 but my middle puts me at a 16. Gee... ya think??

I went ahead and ordered the 14 knowing that they could take it in but that would help me not to feel like I HAD to starve myself in the seven months after the baby is born. Of course my mother was appalled that I would order that large of a size. There is no way that you will need larger than at 12, she says to me. Mom, I'm crossing my fingers for that, but I'd rather it be way to big than way to small!!

After that depressing experience we headed to town to an all you can eat buffet. Because what does every pregnant person need after they have just had a second VERY depressing shopping trip in under a week? Yes that's right, all you can eat pot roast (which I'd been craving), chicken, ham, and of course ICE CREAM!!

I arrived home right at 8:00. Perfect timing to see the results show for America's Got Talent and then drift into an buffet induced coma.