C-Section this Wednesday!

Monday, July 7, 2008

Things are so hectic lately that I haven't had too much time to just to chill out and update here. I went in for my additional ultrasound last Thursday and discovered that I am, in fact, carrying a barbarian around in my abdomen.

Current Barbarian-esque facts about Quinn:

- Ginormously ginormous, with an estimated weight somewhere between 8.15 - 9.15 pounds. I typed "weighs nine pounds" into google image search, and found this basis for comparison.

- Exceptionally long femur bones, suggesting that on top of being heavier, he's also longer than normal.

- Enough hair that it can be seen FLOWING during ultrasounds; enough hair to cause the ultrasound technician to cry out, "Wait, is that HAIR? Oh my god, that's HAIR!" My family, so far, hasn't been very appreciative of my numerous Fedor Jefticheive jokes.

There was cause for mild panic during the ultrasound because at first he wasn't moving as much as they wanted, which I guess is a sign of distress. He's pretty cramped in there, so they gave me a bunch of soda to drink and tried prodding him to move around a little more. While I was watching him on the ultrasound screen, the technician and I started talking to him, asking him to move. Although he didn't move at first, we could CLEARLY see his EYES darting back and forth while we spoke, to which the technician exclaimed, "Look, he's listening to us!" It figures I could be counted on to conceive a creepily inquisitive gladiator wolf child, right? Eventually he did start moving, although he absolutely refused (as usual) to take his thumb out of his mouth.

So on account of the baby being a moose, and the fact that he's growing at such a dangerously rapid rate (a pound and a half in two weeks! My poor body just cannot physically make any more room!), they scheduled me for a C-Section this Wednesday. I'm going in at 6am for prepping and they're taking the baby out at 7:30am. I'll probably be in the hospital until the weekend. It's definitely not as magical and spontaneous as I'd hoped for, but it's the safest thing for both of us. Honestly at this point I'm just glad to see an end in sight, I've been so miserable. I can't wait to be all healed up and lighter so I can just GO FOR A WALK! I feel like a rolling pile of mush.


Totally me, soon!

Seeing as this is a child of mine, the first thing I did (of course) when I got the news of his scheduled birth time was do his natal chart. One of the most interesting things about astrology, as far as I'm concerned, are the patterns that reoccur in the charts of family members. Honestly guys, it's creepy. So of course, in addition to having his sun conjunct David's moon and my north node, he also has the same house positions for the Sun (12th), Jupiter (6th), Neptune (7th), and Pluto (5th) as I do. Also in the tradition of his proud momma, he has retrograde energy up his wazoo. We'll work through it together, little baby!

Also: his rising sign (Leo) combined with his sun sign (Cancer) has in the past produced this fine fellow:



Maybe that explains all the hair?