The 19 Week Update - A week late...

We had our big fancy anatomy scan last week at 19 weeks. Last ultrasound for awhile, which is kinda sad since it's so fun to see LB on the screen moving around, but, that means that LB is healthy and there are no concerns for either of us, so that is a good thing. I guess I buried the lead there- LB is healthy! Yay! Measuring a little ahead of his/her age, all of the internal organs were located and are in good working order, apparently there is plenty of fluid to swim around in and LB confirmed that being squished is something that is not enjoyable.

We had a lot of movement from LB today, much to the chagrin of the poor U/S tech who was trying to get us a clear picture of our baby's face. LB had no interest in obliging and instead kept throwing a hand in the way every time she had a clear shot. Eventually she gave up and I felt a little bad for her. Apparently she feels bad for me because she thinks LB's activity bodes ill for me in later months when his/her kicks pack more of a wallop. Apparently, (sorry if this is TMI) my placenta is tucked away behind baby so there is no cushioning or barrier between baby's kicks and me. I feel Baby kicking a lot these days, especially at lunch and in the evening. Considering how much these little kicks startle me, I can't imagine what bigger ones will feel like.

I swear it's a human, not a woodland creature. The line on the face is because a little arm was in the way.
 Baby is NOT ready for it's close up.

Baby limbs!

I HAVE A SKELETON IN ME!!! (Baby hand)

Again, I was completely astonished to see a real human curled up inside of me. LB's daily movements to remind me that s/he is here and my ever expanding belly have made this pregnancy feel much more real. I've finished up my registry, started organizing the room LB will be sleeping in and scanning Craigslist every day for good deals on the pricier items. I've got a list of childcare providers to contact and have started sketching out an idea in my mind of how my return to work might look. Actually, my fevered brain is trying desperately to scratch out a plan for the entire next year, as futile as I know that is, but it's hard to stop a brain when it has reached fever pitch.