Yesterday was my 16-week appointment, even though technically I will be 17-weeks on Saturday. (Side note: I always found it totally annoying when people used to say 16 weeks instead of four months. It required me to do some quick math in my head. And now here I am doing the same thing!)
I got to hear the baby’s heartbeat – blupblupblupblupblup – and the doctor measured my belly. “Wow, it got big!” he exclaimed and I wanted to punch him just a little bit. First of all, it’s not even that big, second of all, I still look like I am just fat.
I started a prenatal yoga class this week and I was the chubby girl amongst all the pregnant women. I had some serious belly envy. I know it’s coming and I know it all depends on body type, but come on! What can I say? Patience was never one of my strengths.
The big day is 9/9/09 when we will find out the baby’s gender. Can’t wait! Hopefully he/she won’t be shy and will show us the goods. We also started to look at daycare centers – ugh. It’s a bit daunting, not to mention weird to be thinking about passing baby off somewhere before I even met him/her. The first place we saw was OK, but it was all very cluttered and dark and messy. We are going to see another one this afternoon, so I am hoping for the best. Although, what the “best” might be is still yet to be determined.