Doctor's Appointment

Well, we had our eighteen week appointment yesterday.  And, I may have gotten a little peek and whether I'm carrying La Nina or El Nino (you know, sticking with the "Storms" theme).  But, we're not going to know for another three weeks, when we have our big twenty week ultrasound.  The doctor gave me a hint as to whether it's a boy or a girl, but made me promise not to paint, purchase, or monogram until the twenty week ultrasound.  Apparently, the screen used in the doctor's office is like watching television on your iPod and the screen used for the twenty week ultrasound is like a 42" flat screen.  So, Baby Storms will be larger than life.  In any case, I'm not going to give it away just yet.  But, everyone (except me) has seemed to think that we're having a baby boy.  So, I guess the big question is whether my "maternal intuition" holds any water. 

In any case, I am doing wonderfully.  I measured at 18 centimeters, which shocked me because I haven't really seen any growth in the bump department yet.  Colonel Sanders said that's right where I should be, which I guess is good.  My blood pressure is great, the quad screen results were negative (which we already knew), and the baby's heartbeat is strong.  The only thing I still need to work on is gaining some weight.  I still really haven't put on any weight during this pregnancy.  The doctor isn't concerned about it just yet, but said that typically, women with my pre-pregnancy height and weight have put on about ten pounds by this point in their pregnancy.  I don't know how it's possible that I haven't gained any weight, since I put away more food than the fat lady at the State Fair.  I must be the only woman in America disappointed that I haven't gained any weight.  Still, I'm taking comfort in the fact that I still fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes.  

I'll add an updated bump picture later this week.  But for now, I'll open the betting on gender guesses!