20 Weeks and What Ifs

First, let's start by saying that I'm not nauseous anymore!  Around 18 weeks or so I started to feel like a normal person again and I could not have been more excited about it.  So what am I saying?  Let's say no more about it.  On to the real update.

I'm now just past 20 weeks (halfway!) which I find kind of hard to believe.  From the time I was about 16 weeks, I've felt the baby move (more and more each week).  We went for an ultrasound last week, and I had to laugh.  The technician was a lovely young student from SAIT who told me that she was having a hard time getting all the measurements she needed because of how much the baby was wiggling.  "But don't worry -- my senior tech is amazing.  When she comes in she'll have no trouble at all."  The senior technician arrived a few minutes later and after a few quiet minutes of measuring, she turns to me and says "What did you eat for lunch?  This baby is going nuts in there."  So it looks like Jahn and I may be in for a busy baby. . . .

And will it be a busy Glory or a busy Del Faucher?  Well, I have been convinced it's a girl.  Most other votes (with a few exceptions) have been girl as well.  Jahn wanted to find out, and I didn't have strong feelings, so we asked the technician to have a look.  Her answer?  Looks like a little Del Faucher.  I was shocked (and I think so was Jahn).  Though the idea took some getting used to, I think this little guy's going to be pretty fun.  And after spending so much time with women at home, in school and at work, I think Jahn's pretty excited by the idea of having  a son.  Even if he's a son who never stops moving. . .

One more update.  I finally told my class I was pregnant a few weeks ago.  Their reactions have just killed me.  When I told them, one student (who looked shocked) asked "Does your  husband  know?"  They've all suggested names (generally their own) and guessed about gender and birthdate.  I thought they would sort of forget about it after they knew, but they talk about it often.  But the funniest thing has been the what ifs.  Here's how the game goes:

We're trying to get some quiet work done.  The class starts to rumble a little.  I can tell someone is going to break the quiet, but can never tell who will be first.  Then one of them does:

"What if your baby is a super hero? "

This gets the game going.  It starts slow, like a train leaving a station, but picks up speed quickly.

"What if your baby can fly and you can't get it down from the ceiling?"
"What if you baby is a puppy?"
"What if your baby is a rabbit?"
"What if your baby is actually triplets?"
"What if your baby has three eyes and 12 fingers?"
"What if your baby is a pineapple and you had nothing to eat.  Would you eat your baby?"

For the first couple of questions, I try to give a quick answer ("I don't think the baby is a puppy.  I'm pretty sure it's human") and then get them settled back down.  But generally, it doesn't work.  So I let them go for a few minutes, laugh with them about all of their imaginings about this baby and find it kind of adorable that they think about it (him) at all.
And I can only imagine as I get bigger and bigger and the end of school gets closer, the questions are going to keep on coming. . .     

A little blurry, but it was the longest he went without moving.

Apparently, he comes in peace.

The belly, about 18 weeks.