It was fun. Then, as I was driving home, I realized that my favorite part of play dates is being a judgy bitch afterwards. DPB drank nothing but juice while we were there (for about two hours) and her parents complained about how gross her diapers were (um... maybe lay off the juice?) and, as we were leaving for lunch and nap time, they opened a can of spaghettios and threw it in the microwave for the kid. I don't even eat spaghettios. Because they are gross.
Then, like, two days later, my dad fed Hamburglar fast food chicken nuggets and fries and (I'm 90% certain) chocolate milk. His diapers were an affront to humanity that night. So, I decided if G-ma and G-pa want to take him again for a couple of hours, Mr. Adventure and I will be packing his lunch. Because one of my dad's favorite snacks is Velveeta with salsa and potato chips.
I'm 20 weeks pregnant with Sean Connery. We find out what kind of junk this guy is packing on Wednesday. And we also get to make sure that all my years of lab work aren't going to result in a flipper baby. Yay!
Also, I keep coming across all these articles about still births and babies dying after less than a day and, as a result, I worry in bursts. One of the things I read that was nice to read was 23 Things I Wish Someone Had Told Me About Pregnancy After Loss over on the Pregnant Chicken. Number 9 is a big one for me, "Anxiety around doctor’s appointments happens. Going to the doctor can be reassuring but it can also be scary because the doctor is often time the one who delivers bad news. It’s normal to get anxious about appointments, even women who have not experienced a loss, experience anxiety during appointments during pregnancy." The worst were the first two visits when my midwife couldn't find the heartbeat and we had to go to the ultrasound machine. That's how we found out I had miscarried the first time. After hearing the heartbeat at the first visit, there wasn't one at the next. We walked to the ultrasound room and there was nothing. It's totally common for the Doppler to not pick up a heartbeat in early pregnancy, but after that being the way I found out there was a dead baby inside me, well, it's hard.
I also relate to number 2, about being indifferent. I may sound all complainy and "poor me, I don't have morning sickness or any typical pregnancy symptoms," but so far, both of my pregnancies have been super easy. I haven't really had morning sickness or acne (other than an undergrounder here and there), my boobs haven't even really been sore this time around. I was super tired in the first trimester, but that could also be related to hypothyroidism and running after a toddler and getting up at 4:30a every morning for work. You know?
I'll feel a lot better when Sean Connery gets a bit bigger and I can regularly feel his (or her?) movements. I feel movement now, but it's still the gentle butterfly-wing-like tapping. I wish I had written down when I felt Chumby moving regularly. Because I wonder if everything is normal and okay, so I've had to pick up and dust off my old mantra, "There's no reason this won't be a normal, healthy pregnancy."
According to my Ultimate Guide to Faux Infant Cannibalism, this week, Sean Connery is the size of a banana, an artichoke and a Red Bull, which makes me wonder... how much caffeine would a pregnant lady have to consume in order to have a meth baby?
My favorite, though, for twenty weeks, is Pregnant Chicken referring to the baby as "money baby":
The good new is that your baby is weighing in at about ten ounces and measuring six and a half inches which is the length of an American dollar and the weight of 50 quarters...
If you're hungry, You should eat a banana while you steam an artichoke, then eat that, too. And you can totally have a serving of Red Bull. There are 80 mg of caffeine in an 8.4oz can, and the American Pregnancy Association says moderate caffeine consumption (150-300 mg/day) is totally fine. Granted, Red Bull is super gross, so I don't know why you would want to drink it, but if you're following the faux infant cannibalism diet plan, you're going to have to. Sorry.