At 12 weeks pregnant, I felt like I’d hit a milestone, though nothing really changed. Twelve weeks seemed to be the time when most expectant mothers felt confident revealing their pregnancy. Although, my closest friends and family members are aware, we have decided to keep it a secret from the general public for a while longer. Luckily, my stomach has not decided to bulge yet, although I’m definitely thicker around the waist. I look like I’ve gained some weight, although not much.
I had been waiting for weeks for my visit with maternal fetal medicine; I met with a “high-risk” doctor because of my heart condition and developed a plan to keep myself and the baby safe during the pregnancy and especially during birth, when my heart can cause significant problems. For me, an epidural is considered medically necessary, because it will aid in keeping my heart rate low and hopefully have to avoid intervention during labor. My doctor assured me that there was no transfer of the medication to the baby, and that without the epidural baby and I would be in danger. It was a no brainer decision for us, the epidural will definitely happen. Much of the stress associated with the unknown went away, but the stress of the known still lingers. I’ve heard stories of woman with my heart condition having a heart attack while giving birth, and the idea of being taken off work earlier than the typical four weeks prior to birth is also a scary thought, since I’m completely unaware of how we’d afford to live without my full income. The excellent news was that I don’t have to take my heart medication (which I avoid like the plague…) unless my heart rate gets over 110BPM. The bad news, is it rests at 100+, so it doesn’t take much to get it going. Exercised is encouraged, but very minimal and only if I can keep the heart rate down. I’ll attempt to exercise once some of my energy comes back. (I read around 14 weeks it should!!)
The exciting part of the appointment was our forty-five minute ultra sound. We decided to test for abnormalities with ultra sounds and blood tests and during the ultra sound they attempted to measure the baby’s neck. The little monster wouldn’t hold still, and proved to be a very hard baby to get an accurate reading on. After two ultra sound technicians, an “okay” reading was finally observed, along with two hands, two feet, ten fingers and toes, and a normal looking little fetus (to their standards, to my standards it looked very much like an alien). It amazed me how much the little one squirmed, because I felt no movement at all. It’s crazy how something can move around so much inside you without being able to feel it.
My intuition since the beginning has told me this baby is definitely a boy, although I really want a girl. My other half feels it’s a girl, although he desperately wants a boy. We asked the ultrasound technician if she could tell us what the gender would be, and she said she would rather us wait until sixteen weeks to be accurate. Disappointedly though, my doctor won’t schedule an ultrasound until twenty weeks. Although, if I can convince my other half that fifty dollars is worth it, we can technically find out the sex at an early gender reveal place at just fifteen weeks- 3 weeks away! In my opinion, fifty dollars is definitely worth not waiting any longer (although he tends to disagree).