24 Weex

This week has marked a new milestone...Jayna now kicks me 24 hours a day. I am now 6 months pregnant and over half done with the pregnancy. And I actually seem to have a handle on things now...let's just hope that handle doesn't break off.

I went to my 24 week appointment yesterday and everything is wonderful! The doctor told me that the baby is fine. Her heartbeat is strong and all of that moving she is doing is a good sign (and to think that I was actually concerned that she was moving TOO MUCH!). I was told that there is no such thing as a baby moving too much, just not enough.

I talked with the doctor briefly about childbirth classes. When I told her that I was already registered for 3 different classes, she was very surprised. Apparently I am ahead of the game there. Most women don't even register until 6 months and I start my first class next month! I was even able to give my doctor some information on the Natural Childbirth class that I signed up for. She was unaware that it existed or how to register for it. She also told me that if I am considering natural labor that I should think about the doula service. When I told her that I had pretty much made up my mind that I'd have a doula, she was proud. Apparently not alot of women even attempt natural labor or use the doula/midwife services to their advantage.

Overall, I was proud of myself when we left. The doctor instilled in me some confidence that I was definitely lacking. I've been feeling like a failure as a pregnant lady...like I don't know what I'm doing. As Leslie Nielson would say in one of the Naked Gun movies, "Like a blind man in an orgy, I'm going to have to feel my way through this one." Well, now I don't feel so blind. Just a little blurry...okay, and a little perverted that I used the word "orgy" in a post about my unborn child.

So, Jayna is a happy, healthy and active baby at 24 weex. I will use all of my hoping and wishing and karmic energy to make things stay that way. I get a little more attached to her everyday. I feel that I'm getting to know her, even her personality, through all of her movements. According to what I've made up in my head, she's already a happy and funny little girl. What a wonderful sense of humor my unborn child has! She certainly has some spunk! How could she not with lunatic parents such as Chris and I?!?

I very often make decisions in my life and after the decisions are made and irreversible, I have a small window of quasi-regret. It doesn't matter what the decision is...buying a house or deciding on a flavor of ice cream. It passes fairly quickly depending on the decision, and I'm happy with my decision 9 times out of 10. The decision to have a child is one decision that I haven't had the quasi-regret feeling about. Sure, it sucked when I was sick as a damn dog, but I've still never regretted my decision for even a second. I have said a few times, "What have we done?", but it's very much of a joke! I know what we've done: we've made one hell of a good decision.