Photogenic Goose!

Yesterday I had an appointment scheduled to get genetic testing done for the baby. The genetic testing will determine the statistical chance of me having a baby with severe disabilities, such as mental retardation or Down's Syndrome. We had our OBGYN schedule the appointment, however after some thought I decided I wasn't going to go through with the testing. We know that we would never terminate the pregnancy and I didn't want to deal with a statistically high result. However, in true Leah fashion, I forgot to cancel the appointment. And then Monday night I took a spill down the stairs. Nothing too major, but I thought that an appointment wouldn't hurt, that way I could verify that everything was OK.

So I headed to the doctor's yesterday afternoon, sans Steve, without a clear idea of what the testing involved. For some reason I wasn't really thinking about it much and had assumed that I would get an internal or some blood taken. Much to my surprise they took me to get an ultra sound... my first ultra sound... and it was without Steve! They calmed some of my emotion by informing me that they would send me home with a DVD of the ultra sound so that Steve could also see Goose for the first time.

If I was in denial about this pregnancy before, that has diminished after seeing my little Goose moving around in my belly. I do indeed wish Steve could have experienced that awesome sight with me, however it was nice to be able to have some time to myself to let it all really sink in. Goose was spinning, turning and what I could only assume was Jersey Shore fist pumping.

The other pleasant surprise I got at the appointment was the news that Goose was measuring at 14 weeks, not the 13 weeks I thought I was at. This means that my due date will move to earlier September, probably September 13th. I will get an official date at my next OBGYN appointment, which is next Thursday. So I get to meet Goose a week earlier that expected!

Without further ado, please meet Baby 'Goose' Wright, who is quite adorable if I do say so myself!!!!

One Fish, Two Fish, New Fish

When we let people know that we are not finding out the sex of the baby, people are either very supportive or in shock. I suppose the latter group of people feel that it is too hard to plan for a baby without knowing the sex. I might agree with this statement if I had trouble picking a nursery theme, but that was not the case.

While I was helping my girlfriend, Jess, look for nursery themes for her babe I came across this too adorable for words nursery set! I have always been in love with the King of children's literature, Dr. Suess! It may be his colorful personality or quirky story telling prose, but since I was a wee little one I LOVED Dr. Suess (and Shel Silversteen!). I believe I fell deeper in love with the Suess stories when Steve and I visited Universal Studios on our Honeymoon. Universal's kids section is entirely Suess themed. Seeing some of these characters larger than life made it that much more fun! So I am selfishly hoping by theming Goose's room in Dr. Suess, that Goose too becomes enchanted with these timeless stories.

Twelve Weeks and Counting

Today I enter the 12th week of the pregnancy and I am hoping that my body now knows I am in the 2nd trimester and turns off the nausea. Yesterday I was on a work phone call and a sudden bout of nausea over took me and I had to excuse myself. The day before I almost threw up all over myself while driving on the highway. I suppose the lesson I have learned is to travel with plastic bags. Although the nausea is continuous, my appetite has improved slightly. After a small scolding from my OBGYN I have removed myself from my all bagel diet. I am now eating more fruit and yogurt, which is certainly good for me and Goose.

Another milestone I hit... maternity clothes. I was trying to avoid buying maternity clothes for as long as possible and I certainly don't absolutely need them yet, but I want some reassurance that I had clothes to wear if need them. I went into Motherhood Maternity this past weekend and became instantly overwhelmed. Looking at all the belly clothes and the fake belly hanging in the dressing room, it all became fairly real. As I was checking out, just 2 pairs of pants in hand, the cashier was trying to encourage me to buy shirts. I promptly said, "I am very overwhelmed and I can only get myself to buy these two items at this time." So I guess I am going to have to make weekly trips to the store to buy more clothes as the size of my belly increases.