20 weeks...?

I went for my 20 week check up...19w3d is close enough, I guess and everything went very smoothly.

I am so proud of my weight gain. I've been trying to stay active despite the overwhelming sense of laziness I have, and eating healthy is always harder when there is a voice screaming in your head to eat a WHOLE pie. But, so far, I've only gained 8 1/2 pounds. Yay me! My strategy was to minimize the weight gain early on so that it's less of an issue later when I starting putting on pounds more rapidly. I think we can say this mission is a success.

Blood pressure was fine, as usual.

Heard Quinn's heartbeat. Seems we interrupted his afternoon nap because it was only 137 BPM and he was offended by the slight intrusion of the doppler. He reacted by brutally punching/kicking the probe resulting in a laughing fit from my midwife, Donnie and I.

Feisty little stinker. But would we expect anything less with his lineage? Oy, Allen boys are a beast... LOL


The disturbing part was when we measured my fundal height... at 19w3d, my uterus is measuring 23 centimeters aka 23 weeks. The many explanations of this don't really apply to me...

1) Baby could be hanging out at the top of my uterus. - Not Quinn, he is always after my bladder and doppler always finds him very low.

2)Short waisted? - Nope. I have an unusually long waist...

3)Aren't sure of your due date? - Again, nuh uh. I know the exact day I ovulated... my due date is pretty damn accurate.


So my only option is to assume he is taking after his dear mother and going to be a 9 pounder or I am giving birth to an elephant child. Yikes! I keep trying to tell myself that, "Maybe he's tall... Donnie and I are both tall... so that's likely right?"

I guess we'll have to watch this one... no scrawny babies in this house!