For example, with Faith (who was quite the violent little kicker) I would feel movement any time I ate something sweet. With this baby, I don't have that instant reaction at all. It turns out there is a reasonable explanation for all of this: I have a wandering placenta. Maybe it heard all those placenta eating jokes I like to make and decided to fuck with me?
|I like my placenta with buttered noodles...and fava beans.|
I thought the doctor would be concerned when I told her how I was feeling, but apparently having a wayward placenta is no big deal. Here's a diagram to explain:
The best part of all of this is that the placenta often moves to the correct location by the time of birth. I had no idea that placenta could just rove around like a gypsy in my uterus, I was under the impression that it latched on the side of the uterus and was...stuck...there, but I learn new things everyday.
Tomorrow is when we drive up to civilization to pay for an elective ultrasound to find out boy versus girl (since I haven't had an ultrasound since 9 weeks and won't have another medical one at all). I'll update when we get back (around 3pm EST?) if you're sitting on the edge of your seat anxiously awaiting the news.
Faith was really well behaved at my doctor's appointment today, so she got to watch "Super Why" when we got home. She cracks me up with how she watches TV:
|This floor needs kicking and this blanket needs wearing.|
Since that appointment took most of the morning, Peanut was robbed of her walk/run (I did 5 miles on the treadmill during nap time instead). She didn't seem to care much, as long as she could be in the AC.
Peanut's day got a lot more awesome because she got a new collar in the mail from Emily's Etsy shop! (Note: I bought the collar myself and in no way was coerced into discussing it on my blog, which is probably why I'm actually willing to talk about it).
Peanut has never had a middle name, but I think she'll now go by Peanut "Katniss" Kramer.
|I'm ready for the arena|
I'm pretty sure that collar is going to do more to heal her liver than those crazy big pills I give her everyday. Man, I should have gone to vet school, I'm so good at this stuff. She's going to be the coolest dog at daycare tomorrow.
What's the coolest dog collar you've ever seen? I think the Mockingjay pattern in my new all time favorite.