6-Month Doctor Visit

I just got back from my Dr's appointment. She had some good news and some bad news. The good news (actually, great news) is that the baby still looks ok. She's not overly concerned about her - she says that as long as I'm trying my hardest to eat, staying hydrated, and taking my prenatal vitamins, that she should continue to take what she needs from me. She said that babies are like leeches - they get whatever they need from you at your expense, and that this doesn't stop until they turn 18. Haha. She gave me a prescription for anti-nausea medicine that should hopefully help both with the sickness and help me to sleep at night. The bad news is that I lost a pound from last month's visit, which puts me at 5 pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight. And that was after I drank copious amounts of water this morning and wore heavy clothes..... She also said that what I've been experiencing the past few days are probably Braxton Hicks contractions. They were pretty painful this morning, but she said that as long as I don't have more than 6 per hour and as long as they don't get increasingly more painful, I should be fine. If they do, I have to come in to the hospital and they'll admit me for monitoring.

She measured at 28 weeks for her Fundal Height (I'm only 24 weeks along), so Dr. Dullye sent me in for an unscheduled sonogram to make sure that everything was ok. The sono showed that Baby Ruby is in the "Frank Breach" presentation - http://www.americanpregnancy.org/labornbirth/breechpresentation.html - it's not a problem just yet, but it could be if she doesn't flip around in the next month or so. The sono confirmed that she is 24-weeks, and our due date is still the same. It also confirmed that she's still a girl!

Here's another picture of her beautiful face from today. Seeing her today was such a blessing. I wasn't scheduled to have a sonogram, but it made me so happy to get to see her, her little beating heart, and to watch her move around on the screen as I felt her in my belly. Damian came with me to the appointment and held my hand as we watched her. It was so nice, but my heart is still so very sad. I hung the few baby clothes that we've gotten up in my closet last night - in the empty half where Damian's clothes used to be. It makes me happy now to walk in there, I see something that makes me smile now instead of just emptiness. I'm praying that each day gets easier, that each day will hurt a little bit less than the previous day. That's all that I can hope for.