This weekend we did a "take two" of registering for Mason since the first time didn't go so well. I think it well for the most part. Every time I have ever registered for anything with Brian I ALWAYS give him the gun. It seems to keep him interested and for the most part he will not stray too far because he knows I will be calling for him to come scan whatever thing I find.
There were pregnant chicks EVERYWHERE in this store and it felt like I was being suffocated by them...hard to believe I AM one of them, but I still feel no connection.
We kept to ourselves and tried to spend as little time at the desk as possible. The girl helping us get started asked if this was our first. I didn't hesitate, I said no calm, cool, and matter of fact. She didn't ask more questions and I was glad. When we were finished with her she asked AGAIN if this was our first, I was irritated, but just answered the same way I did before. I didn't offer extra information which helped her not to ask more questions. I didn't want to be rude, but I wanted to give across the vibe that we are not new at this, we know what we are doing, now give us the gun and leave us alone!
I'm not sure how long we stayed, but it was long enough and we were both pretty tired from it. I'm glad to have it over with...well almost over with. With every registry wedding, Addison and I'm sure Mason, Brian always gets "scan happy" with the gun. I ALWAYS have to go back online and delete the really weird stuff he adds when he thinks I am not looking. I also saw him scan a couple outfits he liked multiple times in multiple sizes...we really don't need one outfit in EVERY size. It was actually kind of funny how into the clothes Brian was getting. I even made a comment about it because he never said anything about clothes with Addison. He said that he knew I had girl clothes covered and since I am not excited about boy clothes, he is getting us both on board!
It's true...I really don't give a crap about boy clothes. Of course I want my boy to be dressed nice, but when they have the boy clothes right next to the girl clothes I get lost in the ruffles and fluff. I did see Brian looking sadly at a pink outfit that said "I <3 Daddy" broke my heart. Anyways any of the clothes we registered for were picked out by Brian and some of them WILL be deleted...I can only write that because Brian doesn't read my blog anymore and I won't get caught...so don't tell him!
That night we got home and made dinner. After dinner we fell in to our routine of relaxing on the couch. This is always when Mason gets super active, but he didn't. I was started to worry and finally Brian noticed how distracted I was. He asked what was wrong and I said I wasn't feeling the normal movements I feel at this time of night. I could tell he was worried too, but tried to act like he wasn't. He poked at my belly and brought out his phone to play music. We got a couple really good strong kicks, which made Brian relax, but I was still worried. These were moves that we "forced" they weren't the normal ones that happen on his own.
That night I felt some moves just before falling asleep, but they still weren't the ones I am used to. We had a busy day that day and I was trying to rationalize in my head all the reasons his pattern was different. I didn't sleep very well and when I woke up I wasn't feeling my morning moves either! I poked, I prodded, I convinced myself we SHOULD have gone to the hospital last night. I got out of bed and grabbed the doppler. I have probably only used it a dozen times, but each time has saved us from an ER visit! I found his heartbeat right away, nice and strong. Then he started kicking at the doppler...little booger...NOW he starts kicking!
In my head I KNOW movements change, in my head I KNOW this is normal, but in my heart I am constantly convinced this baby WILL die too. We still have approximately 9.5 weeks left of this pregnancy and I really don't want to be the girl that comes into labor and delivery at every change, but at the same time if it keeps Mason alive I am more than happy to go in every day until then! I think this is going to be a LONG 9.5 weeks! Trying to keep my crazy to a minimum, but it may not be possible the closer we get! Thankfully I have had good movement since getting to work. I just hope the routine comes back!