You're HUGE

Apparently, little Murrita has been quite busy growing this last week and my belly is reflecting that growth. That, combined with this one style of shirt that Susan was nice enough to loan me, makes me look extra pregnant.

So today at lunch, I'm gathering my items for the nice man to fry up at the Mongolian BBQ, minding my own business. I'm poised, ladle of "vineger" in hand, ready to sauce up my food when Mrs. Su's Mongolian BBQ asks me when my baby is due.

Part of me wanted to say 'what? I'm not pregnant, this is all donuts!' but I think we're past that point. So I said, May 14. Her response? You're HUGE! Only one baby in there? She followed me as I went down the row of sauces, making more 'you're so big comments' and my personal favorite: 'mommy must be eating a lot of big meals.' I just couldn't respond, couldn't explain how much of a challenge eating has been for me, how finding things I can eat without gagging remains a challenge and how most days, I'm pretty sure I don't eat enough. But I didn't because I'm pretty sure that discussion would have ended with me crying. So I murmurred and tuned her out.

Another thing I didn't say was yes, I'm sure. 1 baby. And how about you have a nice big pack of Shut The Hell Up Gum while we're at it?

What's The Magic Number?

Over at a little pregnant, she's started a very interesting discussion of how many kids to have. It got me to thinking (again) about the whole Sperm Bank Issue for us, how sitting in a tank on Deharo St is our daughter's chances for a full sibling.

Chances that we could be throwing away because we're too cheap to fork out for it and because the nausea I had for the first 20 weeks of this pregnancy sucked so bad that I can't really imagine doing this again.

I don't know what the answer is. We don't buy all the traditional arguments for siblings, we don't even buy the full-blood thing. But I do know that unless I could give birth to a sibling who was a full-blood relative to Murrita, I don't see much point in having #2 this way. Our family will already be the United Colors of Benetton so the thought of fostering to adopt a second child who's not necessarily our race would be fine by me.

But, doing that means homestudys and people looking at your finances and how clean your house is and all the stuff that I don't really consider anyone else's bidness. Getting pregnant turned out to be a whole lot less invasive than I imagine that would be.

I just hate it that we have to make this decision now, when Murrita is just over a pound, is 16.5 weeks away from being born in the first place, and when she doesn't even have a name yet.

I'm All Ears

We've had a doppler at home for some time now but it didn't seem to work so I gave up on it until we got further along. Yesterday, I was having a bit of a panic since the baby hasn't been kicking quite as much so I figured what the hell and whipped the thing out, lubed up my belly with ultrasound gel and waved the magic wand around.

Lo and behold, she gave up her very excellent and strong heartbeat right away. That's our girl, very cooperative. For now. I have no doubt that will change once she's here but for now, my daughter is the best-behaved kid there ever was.