I flew to Sacramento today for work and it amazed me how unresponsive people were to me being pregnant. I'm positive that I'm to the point where I definitely do not look fat, but actually pregnant and I was wearing a shirt that really shows off my belly. Now, I realize people aren't going to just come up and start saying "when is it due?", etc. because there are enough horror stories with that mistake. But when I finally waddled myself over to the gate, there was nowhere to sit. I also don't expect people to give up their seat to me, but there were a couple people that just had their bag on the seat next to them and a guy who had his feet up on the seat. No one even flinched to let me sit down. So I sat on the floor and ate my McDonalds. I guess the nice thing was that a couple people gave the guy with his feet on the seat a dirty look after they saw me on the floor. I guess it's just one example of chivalry being dead.
On the other side of the coin, I've gotten a pretty warm reception here in Grass Valley. The receptionist/general manager of the inn that I'm staying at remembered me from the last time I was here about a month and a half ago and was very interested in how the pregnancy was going and how I was feeling. She also picked out a bunch of stuff for my breakfast in the morning (they leave it in your fridge for the night before) and it was almost exactly what I ordered last time I was here. After I got checked in and started going to my room I heard a "Hey, Liz!" and it was one of the DTI core team members, Pat. He came over and also wanted to know how I was doing, told me I looked great and glowing and then brought me their leftover pizza and salad. They do certainly take care of me here. :)
Monday, May 26, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Little baby hearts
At 20 weeks we had the "big" ultrasound, which consisted of a 45 minute ultrasound where they measured everything from head size to check if the baby has clubbed feet. According to the doctor, everything looked normal except for one bright spot on the baby's heart. The name for it is an Echogenic intracardiac focus (Explanation: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echogenic_intracardiac_focus) which is essentially a calcium deposit on the heart. She said that it is one marker of down syndrome, but if they don't have any other symptoms then it's nothing to worry about. It is apparently very common in young and old mothers, and is especially becoming more common because ultrasounds are so precise these days. When the doctor told me about it she said that I could either go to Denver right away and get more tests or wait a couple of weeks and see if it had gone away.
This week on May 13th I had a follow-up ultrasound to see if it had dissolves, but it's still there. The tech said it hadn't gotten any bigger though, and that was a good sign. There is also still only one spot, which is also a good sign. She said that the doctor would probably be giving me a call that day, but it's Thursday and still no word. My regular appointment is on the 19th, so I'm guessing that since I haven't heard anything that they aren't real worried. That helps in easing my worry, but it's really hard not to get a little worked up about it. I know it's not helping matters though. This week I've been pretty on edge and very preoccupied thinking about the whole thing. It's amazing how insignificant other people's problems seem when I'm dealing with a baby that has a heart abnormality.
The good thing that happened at our 20 week appointment is that we found out that it's a boy!! We're still pretty set on naming him Silas Nathan, but I'm not totally setting that in stone. If something better comes along then I think I could be persuaded. Or if he is born and is just not a Silas, we should probably leave it open. I'm so excited to be having a boy, that is really what I've always wanted. I am realizing, though, that life around here will be a little different and I'm going to be outnumbered. Nothing I'm not used to already, I truly have no close girl friends and it's always Nate's friends that are over. It really hit me that I'm going to be the only girl around here when I asked Nate if he thought my pant and shirt matched and all I got was "Meh." Then I realize that I'll just be getting two "Meh's" now and no girly opinions. Honestly, that will be different. I'm used to having guy friends over (Nate's) but I'm really not used to living with guys, besides Nate, of course. Nate came in the other day and asked me if I knew what I was getting into having a little boy. Then he gave me this scene of how we'll come in and he'll be standing on the couch and he'll have a vacuum cleaner hose, pretending like it's a gun, but we'll have to scold him because you don't point guns at people. You know what? I don't know what I'm getting into. At all. But I'm very much looking forward to it and I know that if we can be the best parents we can to Silas, I'll have nothing at all to worry about.
This week on May 13th I had a follow-up ultrasound to see if it had dissolves, but it's still there. The tech said it hadn't gotten any bigger though, and that was a good sign. There is also still only one spot, which is also a good sign. She said that the doctor would probably be giving me a call that day, but it's Thursday and still no word. My regular appointment is on the 19th, so I'm guessing that since I haven't heard anything that they aren't real worried. That helps in easing my worry, but it's really hard not to get a little worked up about it. I know it's not helping matters though. This week I've been pretty on edge and very preoccupied thinking about the whole thing. It's amazing how insignificant other people's problems seem when I'm dealing with a baby that has a heart abnormality.
The good thing that happened at our 20 week appointment is that we found out that it's a boy!! We're still pretty set on naming him Silas Nathan, but I'm not totally setting that in stone. If something better comes along then I think I could be persuaded. Or if he is born and is just not a Silas, we should probably leave it open. I'm so excited to be having a boy, that is really what I've always wanted. I am realizing, though, that life around here will be a little different and I'm going to be outnumbered. Nothing I'm not used to already, I truly have no close girl friends and it's always Nate's friends that are over. It really hit me that I'm going to be the only girl around here when I asked Nate if he thought my pant and shirt matched and all I got was "Meh." Then I realize that I'll just be getting two "Meh's" now and no girly opinions. Honestly, that will be different. I'm used to having guy friends over (Nate's) but I'm really not used to living with guys, besides Nate, of course. Nate came in the other day and asked me if I knew what I was getting into having a little boy. Then he gave me this scene of how we'll come in and he'll be standing on the couch and he'll have a vacuum cleaner hose, pretending like it's a gun, but we'll have to scold him because you don't point guns at people. You know what? I don't know what I'm getting into. At all. But I'm very much looking forward to it and I know that if we can be the best parents we can to Silas, I'll have nothing at all to worry about.
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