When life gives you lemon:)

You eat a lot of lemons! Cravings have been crazy, mostly for sour salty vinegary things. And yes. lemons. Lots and lots of lemons! I also got to enjoy some malt vinegar with a side of fish and chips in San Diego. AMAZING.

What else is amazing? I went for my sonogram followup yesterday and got to hear the heart beat again. Couldn't stop my smile. My fave sound in the world. Truly magical because everything seems to fade, your priorities are thrown out the window, all nerves and doubts cast out of your brain, and it's just whompwhompwhompwhomp. 154 bpm. A drop from the 161 at the sonogram two weeks ago, but that's to be expected as the pregnancy goes on. All the pre-screens came back normal. The Dr. actually used the phrase "healthy pregnancy" in relation to mine. It's the first time it's been said to me and I'm on cloud ten. Nine is for suckers!

He/She is a lemon right now, hence the title of the post. And according to all the old wives tales, based upon the heart rate and the cravings, all signs point to girl. My husband and I wanted a boy first, to make sure the girls that may or may not come later have some big brother insurance, so we're on pins and needles! All the websites also say not to commit to a color palate based upon these predictions and I've found some posts from other mothers who found them to be completely wrong. As long as I get a healthy kid, I'll be ecstatic. I just keep calling lemon 'he' and if 'he' is a 'she,' I'll feel bad for imposing a masculine pronoun on my little girl. But perhaps I'm only preparing her for a sexist world outside the womb. Wow. That was really feminist of me.

Whatever it is, we will know September 13th. Three days before Hubby's 31st bday. He says if it's not a boy, it needs to stay in until it's done. I'm glad we're finding out before the delivery. We know that we are blessed either way, and placing our order for a specific blessing is just a little too pretentious, but it's inevitable! If we do have a daughter, this blog might have more to do with the emotional journey of acceptance rather than the fact that I'm a plus-sized preggo.

Until Then,

Big Momma