16w 5d

Sorry for the dirth of posting recently. Life always gets in the way.

My discussion with the consultant, who kindly phoned me at home, was enough for me to make the decision to go ahead, and for the first time in a long time, trust my gut. (Even though the Prawn is sitting on it at the moment.) I declined the amnio and Mr. DD and I are content to wait until the 20 week anomaly scan to see what's going on.

It's been a very long time since I dared assume that anything was going to turn out for the best. We've had far to many things explode in our faces over the last 7 years or so and have adopted a "fool me once" attitude toward most major occurances. But for some reason, after all the worry about this pregnancy, I just have to let it go. I think the Prawn is fine and I think the 20 week scan will put me safely in the 1:322 bracket. Not only that, but we'll be able to find out whether the Prawn is in posession of a doo-dah or a hoo-ha.

I've started feeling little flutters down below, which is cool. If I slouch at my desk for longer than necessary, the Prawn gets antsy and jabs me to get me to stop cramping it's style. I’ve been kind of wigged out by what seems to be occurring in my lower regions recently, to be honest. Living on a boat, there is little space for a full length mirror, so when I was granted the privilege of showering in my in-laws lovely bathroom this last weekend, I was so stunned at the sight of my body I nearly squeezed half a bottle of apricot scrub all over the carpet. I’ve never been what you could define as slender, but to suddenly see this massive jutting belly appearing from beneath my pajama top was slightly unnerving. (I got big fast. And no, there aren’t two of them in there, unless one is hiding exactly behind the other at all times in the same position, chuckling to itself and waiting until my due date to surprise the hell out of both of us.)

Pregnancy is a natural state, I know, but then again, there are a lot of things that are natural, like tornados and platypus and god knows what kind of monsters that live at the bottom of the ocean. They all have extreme weirdness in common.

It’s kind of like having a roommate move into a very small apartment with you. Sometimes because you advertised for one, but often, just because you forgot to lock the door one night.

You might not notice them at first, despite the limited space. There might be an odd sock around the place that you can’t immediately identify, but nothing you can put your finger on. Then suddenly, you might start to notice strange smells emanating from the kitchen that make you violently ill; your new housemate obviously has vastly different tastes in food than you. They didn’t bring anything with them, of course, so before you know it, they’re wearing your stuff, crowding you out of your own living room, sleeping in your bed and squeezing the toothpaste from the middle of the tube instead of from the end.

But despite all the trouble they caused moving IN, this is NOTHING compared to what happens when they move OUT.