I have finally stopped barfing. I still gag when I brush my teeth, but at least I can get through the entire routine without losing my last meal.
We had our 20 week ultrasound on Tuesday. L was very photogenic, and we even got to watch him drinking the amniotic fluid. Yes, it sounds gross, but what else is he going to drink? It was very cute to watch his mouth moving on the screen. It was about all we could see, since he had his arms covering his face. E was the same way at her 20 week ultrasound. She kept her hands over her face.
I was 20 weeks, 4 days at the time of the ultrasound, and according to their scientific charts and measurements, L was measuring 21 weeks, 3 days. Not that it makes any difference, since he'll probably be late and/or gigantic anyway. If he's less than 8 pounds, I'll be surprised.
Paul's insurance is changing in January to Providence. It's not a big deal, except that we'll have to deliver at a different hospital. I'm nervous about it, since I had such a great experience at Meridian Park. We'll end up delivering at St. Vincent's, which is very nice as well. They have a whirlpool tub, which I will require. The only thing is that you move to a different room and different floor after you give birth. I don't think I'll like that at all. I really enjoyed the fact that I didn't have to do a god-damn thing once I pushed the kid out. No moving, no packing, no nothing. Just hang out with your kid and eat. I'll talk with my midwife about it at our next appointment. Hopefully she'll be able to calm my fears.
L is kicking up a storm these days. Mostly he's down by my bladder, which is a bit annoying, but it's fun to feel again. E is being an awesome big sister. She likes to snuggle with my belly, give it kisses and listen to "Baby L L." I'm sure she'll freak out once he comes out, but for now, it's nice to think that she's going to be an awesome, loving big sister.