And the Ultrasound Says...

...it's a GIRL! Yep, we're having a little girl. We're very excited. Me, especially, since I get to go buy lots of cute little girl things and teach a little girl everything I know (how to flirt, how to wear makeup, you know, the important things).

On the down side, my cervix has shortened to 27 mm, which is not great. I have to go back in two weeks and get another cervical ultrasound. If it's shorter than 25 mm, I have to get what's called a cerclage, which is stitches to hold my cervix closed. I really don't want that, but of course I'll do anything to carry this little girl to term. I am trying not to worry, but of course I'm worried. I guess I just have to believe that everything is going to be okay and realize that worry doesn't help anything. I've put myself on a bit of bedrest, meaning I'm going to cut out working out (like I was doing much of that anyway) and try to sit or lay down with my feet up at every opportunity to take the pressure off my cervix. Let's just hope for favorable numbers next week!!

In other news, Oscar (my hemmorhoid, for those of you who didn't read last post)and I are living together in an uneasy truce. I don't take major steps to eradicate him and he keeps the burning, itching and pain to a minimum. He hasn't really caused me to alter my life much, unless you consider the fact that I can't use regular toilet paper (I have to cart around those wet wipes) and that I have elimated thongs from my wardrobe since it's probably not the best of ideas to have a strip of cloth up my ass when there's an interloper living there.

So the most important thing now is to get through the next two weeks with a minimum of being on my feet and a minimum of worry and see what that ultrasound says!

It's Been a MONTH?!

Yes, it HAS been a month since I've posted. Yikes! Thank you, Erika, for leaving me a comment to make sure I'm still alive. I am! I just suck at keeping up my blog!

New developments:

The season is changing and now I need to buy a whole new crop of maternity clothes. All of which seem to be ass ugly or very overpriced. It just seems such a waste to spend money on clothes that A: won't look good on me anyway and B: I'll only wear for a few months. Yet I can't seem to let myself go out looking all frumpy in flowered tops and mom jeans, so I spend the money.

I'm feeling lots of movement down there, which is exciting. Flutters, kicks and all kinds of other stuff. This is an active baby!

We'll find out the gender next Friday if all goes well at the ultrasound. We're hoping boy, but thinking girl. We'll be happy either way.

I have a hemorrhoid. Hey, if I can't be honest here, where can I be honest? It's not that painful, just very embarrassing. And Kirk finds it endlessly amusing. He's even named it: Oscar Harriott. He'll call me up at work and say, "How's Oscar Harriott doing?" Ho, ho.

I desperately want to take a tropical vacation and find myself wasting time looking up trips to all-inclusives in beachy locations. Deep down, I know we won't be going on one of these for at least the next year or so, but still. I WANNA GO!

That's about it. Pretty boring. As soon as we know boy or girl, we can start decorating the baby's room and buying fun stuff and settling on a name. Right now we're kind of in limbo.