My ultrasound last week revealed that while Baby Girl is settled straight up and down on my right, Baby Boy is lying directly on top and perpendicular to her, stretched across the top of my belly and under my ribs. This makes so much sense! It’s no wonder I can’t breathe! And all the while I thought Baby Girl was so much more active because I always feel the kicks on my upper right, but really, it’s both of them kicking me in the same spot. Brats already! Who knew!
The ultrasound also revealed that Baby A (Girl) was head down, and although it’s still to early to put much if any stock in that, it has me hopeful. Both babies weighed just under 2lbs which is a bit large for an average 24-weeker, but we all know that my babies are far from average in size, so I am really not surprised.
Again, we got some great profile shots of Baby Boy but Baby Girl is wily, and we got nothing. Baby Boy still looks very much like his brother in profile.
I took a picture of myself on Friday at 24 weeks 2 days. I don’t know why I look crabby, but I really wasn’t.
I’ve been going back and forth between having a lot of energy and being positively exhausted. I have moments where I feel like I need to wash all the baby clothes, and I’ve been reigning that in. Too soon, yet. Not until I’m ready to pack a hospital bag. Another month or so, I would say. Besides, I have no place to put the clothes once they are washed, so it would really serve no purpose.
My goal for this week is to make a list of the things we still need to buy. It’s mostly small stuff…bottles, burp cloths, onesies, socks etc. All things that will have to wait until after Christmas, but I will feel better having them documented.
We backpedaled a bit on Baby Boy’s name yesterday…well, I didn’t but Ed sort of did. He’d been making comments about people’s reactions to the name, the most common of which has been “Like the beef??”. He’s afraid that I can’t handle it. So he came home yesterday and suggested Patrick and I just sort of side eyed him, and he left, asking me to think about it. After tweeting about it and then having a lengthy lunchtime conversation with Ed about it, we are going to keep the name. He asked how I honestly felt when he suggested Patrick in the morning, and I told him that I felt like I would regret not using the original. This is most definitely our last chance to name a baby, so let’s do it, I say. And we are.
So that’s about it for 24 weeks. So close, yet so far away.