We went to the doctor and Thursday and, as most of you know, we discovered we are having a boy. We are both really excited. He moves around constantly, and I can feel it ever so often. Not only is it a boy, but it's a very big boy. At my sonogram I was supposed to be 16 weeks and 2 days, but the baby is measuring 18 weeks. Either he's really big or my due date is off (I'm betting the latter). He's been measuring big since 9 weeks, and that is supposed to be very accurate. Next time we go to the doctor, on the 26th, they will do a full body scan of the baby and they may change my due date. Here is a picture of the baby, see through spine and all. I will not post a picture of the It's a boy, naked baby on a glass table from below shot. I am trying to avoid years of humiliation. Let's just say, it's obvious it's a boy.
P.S. check out how big he's gotten from the last pics, from lime to sweet potato.
We switched doctors, and I'm very happy with our choice. Our new doctor's office is much more organized and understanding. They even had us actually meet with the insurance department who informed me (and showed me) that we have a 25 dollar copay for pregnancy and delivery. At the last place, they told me I had a 300 dollar deductible for them, a 300 dollar deductible for the hospital, and I owed them 10% of everything else they did. I told them I thought I had a 25 dollar copay and they told me I was wrong, making me cry on two separate occasions. When I called Blue Cross after the new doctor, they told me not only did I only owe 25, but that they had already paid the old doctors office all of the money they also took from me. I had to leave a stern message on the voicemail and they now are sending me a refund check for 375 dollars. Hooray for getting back money.
I applied to teach summer school for the month of June. It's good money, and I might be able to save up enough to take off 12 weeks total. I have a feeling it's going to be a struggle to get me back at work. One of my students hurled adult scissors across the room yesterday. I know, I know, barrels of fun.
I was finally starting to feel better this week until this morning. Rocky let loose one of his horrendous farts which sent me reeling to the bathroom. Boo morning sickness, please go away. Ditto to all the other horrible pregnancy symptoms that continue to plague me. Honestly, I can't wait until this baby is here. I don't care how much he gets up in the night or how much he cries or needs changed, he will still be precious and wonderful and out of my body, which sounds absolutely fabulous to me.
