22 Weeks

Well over halfway through this whole pregnancy lark – eeek! Nothing much is happening this week; no big tests or scans just the on going belly button watch (it should pop any day now). According to the book the cylons are starting to form taste buds, and develop the sense of touch. From all the kicking I am assuming they really like touching the sides of their sacs, or they’ve taken up cage fighting. Apparently they are 7.5 inches long, and weigh about 1 pound (given my rapidly expanding belly I can well believe this). We’ll know how well they are growing at my next scan in 2-3 weeks time.

I’m feeling really really whaley, and awkward; the belly is really starting to get in the way. When I drop something on the floor I have to calculate whether or not it is worth the time and effort to pick it up again.  I’ve started to get twinges in my back, and there is no longer a comfy position to sit or sleep in. Can’t believe I have another 16-18 weeks to go. How much bigger can I possibly get? At some point my belly is going to start defying the laws of physics or extent into another zip code. Strangers have already started to wish me luck with the baby which Alex pointed out probably meant that they thought I was further along than my modest 5.5 months. If I was a Bajoran then my gestation period would already be up – how cool would that be?


My Onesie Hell

Okay, this is an embarrassingly first world “issue” (all of my own making), and once the cylons arrive I have a funny feeling I’ll be dressing them in anything to hand, e.g. pillow cases, tea towels, crisp packets with a slashed neck and some arm holes cut into it.

The “issue” stems from our decision not to find out the models of cylons I’m incubating (they are going to be raised ‘sci-fi’ regardless of their sex though not raised “genderless” like the Canadian couple and it will be nice to have a surprise at the birth) and my general distaste for pastels (so even if we knew their models I’d be avoiding pinks and pale blues like the plague). All I want is to be able to dress the cylons in brightly colored onesies and the like, and things need to come in multi-packs. So I fell down the rabbit hole of research into unisex clothing options for babies and it sucks. If you are lucky enough to find a store that has a ‘unisex’ option then all you are faced with is white, and perhaps pale vomit yellow and pale pus green. The baby boys stuff is all pale blue or very definitely branded boy, and the same for girls. Where are all the bright reds, sunshine yellows, royal blues and emerald greens?

So what the heck happened to unisex clothing for babies and kids?

I know, I know it’s a marketing ploy. God forbid if parents actually shared clothing between siblings of different sexes. The retailers would lose out, and I’m sure nurseries would be awash with gender confused toddlers. Oh the horror!

What I’ve found is that there are retailers out there that do sell brightly colored onesies but these are not high street, and are at the higher end (and they most certainly do not come in multi-packs).  As much as I love the cylons I’m not shelling out for over priced everyday onesies even if they are made of “organic” cotton or bamboo (though we will buy a few sci-fi themed ones for when they get bigger) because, frankly, mamma wants to save enough money to be able to afford a nice holiday. The thought of once again drinking cappuccinos in Italy will get me through sleepless nights, and using washable diapers.

My onesie hell was sucking so badly that I was contemplating buying white ones in bulk and dying them myself then my mum held an intervention and headed off to check out some UK retailers. And joy of joy, good old Marks and Spencer does indeed sell brightly colored onesies in multipacks, and what’s more they have stripey ones and spotty ones too. And you know what? They fly off the shelves like hot cakes because not everyone wants to dress little Hermione and Bertie in pale pinks and blues.

Leah at 22th Week

Leat at 22th Week
Leah at 22th Week, a photo by alexhung on Flickr.

21 Weeks

I’ve just woken up from my second nap of the day. I thought I was meant to have more energy in the second tri but I am guessing that the cylons are in energy sucking growth mode. Yesterday we went for the 20 week anatomy scan, and our lovely little cylons are right on track for passing as hybrid-human skin jobs and weighing in at a respectable 13oz a piece.

The anatomy scan was a long one took about 20-30 minutes per cylon to get all the different pictures, and the technician had to keep jabbing the wand thing in my belly to get them to move and switch positions (out of the corner of my eye I could see Alex making faces at each jab – he’s very protective of the cylons). It’s hard enough getting all the angles one but when you’ve got two of ’em squished in there it is a bit more of a challenge. It’s nice that the cylons are looking more human-like rather than anchovies or bird-like dinosaur skeletons, and as the doctor said the scans don’t really do them justice. We saw feet and hands wiggling around, and cylons are positioned head-to-feet at a bit of a diagonal. They gave us some photos to take home (which Alex of course scanned and has put up) they are a little blurry and since we don’t want to know the sexes I think the technician gave us the ones that stop our family and friends from going all CSI on them to look for clues.

The jabs and kicks are getting stronger. I’ve rolled over in bed a few times to be greeted with disgruntled kicks, and I can only imagine this is going to increase as they get bigger. I completely underestimated the entertainment value of all these movements. I love to settle down for a nap with my hands on my belly feeling the wiggles, and the occasional kick. On Tuesday night they were kicking like crazy (it might have been the iced coffee awakening the Kraken within) but Alex was on a conference call so I scooted over to his desk so that he could multitask. The highlight of my day is when he comes home and announces it’s “Cylon Time”. He kisses my belly, puts his ear to it to listen to the “aquatic” noises below, and then rests his hand(s) on it to wait for wiggles and jabs. Now, if only we could agree on some names!

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