A Catholic's journey through infertility, pregnancy and now motherhood.
"The Lord does not delay his promise, as some regard 'delay,' but he is patient with you, not wishing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance." 2 Peter 3:9
I had my ob appointment yesterday at 25 weeks, 3 days. Everything is going well. D was able to come to the appointment (even though it ran late...boo) and got to see Baby Blondie (who I have also been referring to as little dude when I don't call him by his name). The little boy I nanny for (different family now, they have one almost 3 year old) was with us so I was slightly distracted. The ob measured my fundal height and although I didn't actually ask for the number, it must have been in the expected range since she didn't say anything. The ob is also happy with my weight gain. Little Dude is currently frank breech (we have plenty of time for him to flip so I'm not worried), so we got some better pictures of his profile since the placenta didn't block it and he wasn't hide it with his hand this time. We also saw him swallow and stick out his tongue.