Week 24!

24 weeks today!

Well, here I sit, fatting out in more way than one.  I have been spending the majority of the morning coming to terms with my "running routine."  It is diminishing with every week I am pregnant.  I am still on the trail 3 days a week and getting my 3.66 route completed each time.  That being said, the meaning of completed has taken on a much slower and more painful meaning.  I am officially a walker/jogger.  Ugh.

One a less feeling sorry for myself note, I went and met with my regular doctor this morning.  For those of you who don't know, I love my doctor in Puyallup.  In a day and age where people are taking the Christ right out of Christmas, my doctor tells me he is praying for us and our baby regularly.  I love it.  He is so supportive and positive which really comes in handy right now.  I was afraid that he would be off the team when I started being monitored by specialists, but he and my perniatologist are coordinating care.  He is going to be Baby C's pediatrician, so I am thrilled he will get to tell our son all about what we went through to have him from a firsthand perspective.  Plus this means less driving to Seattle when I start the non-stress testing in 8 weeks.  I am also measuring perfect for 24 weeks, and I am smack dab on track with my goal of only gaining 30 pounds.  Please see the first paragraph to see the lengths I am going through to stick to this goal.

I think Ryan is coming around to like the name Nash.  We will see.  I can tell you that this dude is already a lady's man.  He goes crazy anytime I am in a room full of women.  I was at a bunco party last Friday and there was a girl there that was due a week after me with a little girl.  Every time she ended up at my table our baby went absolutely nuts!  Sounds like his dad after he got stationed in sunny San Diego following a dismal dating career in high school.  Scary.  To further prove my child's love of women, he will NOT move when Ryan is around! 

We got more good news this week.  Another test came back showing that Baby C has no genetic disorders.  Although, he is a carrier of a really rare genetic disorder.  Again, he does NOT have this disorder, but if he had a baby with another carrier they would run the risk of having a baby with this disorder.  The genetic counselor assured me that this is so rare it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.  I have done some very unreliable research on the internet and have read that this disorder is a little more common amongst the Jewish population.  Ryan and I are going to have have some testing done to see who is the carrier between the two of us, and also to find out who will be lighting the Minora this winter. 

I hope everybody has a great Thanksgiving.  I will be spending the day being thankful that Ryan and I are lucky enough to have a fairly uncomplicated situation with our son, relative to many omphalocele situations.  I hope everybody eats a ton of food so that I do not feel like the only fatty on the planet.

Our next appointment is on December 3rd, so I will have another update then.

Enjoy the holiday!

Carly, Ryan and Baby C