Showing posts with label wives tales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wives tales. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Progress

I'm in week 10, and I'm learning more and more about pregnancy as I go. Websites are the most helpful. Parents.com has a great pregnancy portion of its website and has been useful for both physical and personal changes to expect.

At 10 weeks, my baby has graduated to a "fetus" and is about 1 1/4" from the crown of its head to end of its tushy or "crown-to-rump" as parents.com calls it. My next doctor's appointment isn't until the beginning of July, but at that time I should be able to hear the baby's heartbeat (which beats at about 150 bpm).

I had not planned to know the baby's sex ahead of time, but I think I will now. I've heard ultrasounds are now so clear that you can tell the gender just from looking at them. My ultrasound image (25 years ago) was a fuzzy black and white blur that resembled the image of the Loch Ness Monster that was "fact" for so many years. I suppose its no surprise that technology has improved so much in this amount of time. I really want to see the ultrasound; I don't think I could look away from the ultrasound image just for the surprise at the end. And I'm convincing myself at the practicalities of knowing boy/girl ahead of time.

I'm considering buying a book I saw advertised called "Feed the Belly." It was written by a nutritionist that recently had her first child. The nutritionist highlighted the need for whole foods vs processed (common sense). She mentioned lemonade as a solution for morning sickness. (By the way, the ginger ale and crackers that I was so high on have not been as successful as they were in the beginning.) However, I wonder how much she will tell me that isn't common sense.

I came across an old wives tale that said if you crave meat you will have a boy and if you crave citrus, a girl. Hmm... since being pregnant, I have stopped and bought a pack of chicken nuggets at Wendy's (Pre-pregnancy, I ate 95% of my meals vegetarian and the rest fish). I also had a chicken finger at a family picnic. So, Baby Boy? Confusingly, yesterday, I really wanted an orange. So much for that theory. I guess I'll know soon enough when the ultrasound comes around at 20 weeks.