Chocolate Milk

Since I was young, I've hated drinking milk. I love it in my cereal, but the thought of filling up a glass with milk and drinking it totally made me gag. Since I've been pregnant though, I've made a complete turnaround and can't seem to get enough of the stuff! Of course, throwing in a little chocolate never hurt anybody. I've gotta get my vitamin D somewhere, right?

Speaking of vitamin D, I finally got my blood test results back during my last appointment. My midwife said everything looked great except that I'm vitamin D deficient. She explained that it could be from lack of nutrients in my food, but also from not getting enough sunshine. I guess working in an office 5 days out of the week is not helping my situation. So I'm off to buy some vitamin D drops tomorrow at the store. These bones need to stay strong!

Also from my blood tests, she said for some reason they (whoever "they" are) forgot to test for Cystic Fibrosis. She told me I could get blood drawn that day and they'd test for it, but the only reason she suggested it is if I'd want to terminate the pregnancy as a result. I said that was crazy, so she explained that the only way our baby could run a risk of getting CF is if I carried the gene and Matt also carried the exact same gene. If one of us carried and the other didn't, there's no way the baby could get it. Even if we were both carriers, but they were different genes, there's still no chance. So, all that said, I went into the appointment not worried, and I came out of it not worried.

Another thing she revealed to me was that I had gained 7 pounds since the start of my pregnancy. I was a little shocked, because at home I've calculated only 4 pounds total. On my way back to the office after the appointment it came to me that when I weighed myself at the doctor's office I tried so hard to remember the "126.9" numbers that I must have mixed them all up and blurted out "129.6".. So 3 pounds less than 7 is 4 pounds.. Not that it really matters, or even upsets me, because either number is a decent weight gain for 20 weeks pregnant.

That's right, I'll be 20 weeks along on Friday! The halfway point. The "I'm feeling better and starting to look pregnant" point. Also, the "is it a boy or a girl" point! We had our ultrasound last week. Matt and I decided that we wanted to make the "gender discovery" a little more exciting for us and for our friends and family, so we had the doctor look and write it down in a sealed envelope instead of telling us. We're having a friend look at the paper and bake a cake that's either pink or blue on the inside, then frosting it all so we can't see. Saturday night we'll be cutting the cake to find out! I am so excited I just can't stand it. I want to settle on a name and start brainstorming some fun nursery ideas. I do realize that the doctor's discovery could be wrong, but he gave us a 95% chance that he's right, so I'm going to run with it.

Well, there's an update for now. I'll try to get a 20 week belly picture, and of course pictures from the cake-cutting!!

Until then, goodnight blogging world.