22 Weeks :: The Mini-Miller's A...

This past week-ish has been incredibly busy!

Last Wednesday (the 5th) we found out that we are having a boy!  His name will be Declan (pronounced DECK-lan, similar to "DEClaraiton" removing the "ratio" and leaving the "n") with the middle name of Andrew.  Declan Andrew Miller.  Before you say anything, yes, I know what the initials spell.  Sometimes, in the fight to preserve marital harmony, you compromise on certain things...this was one of my compromises...I got the first name I wanted.  ;)

Declan means "full of goodness" and Andrew means "man, warrior"...I think he'll be a good man if the meanings behind names really mean anything.  It is fun to think of.

So, since the ultrasound, I have learned that my son (o.my.goodness--my son!) responds to sugar, caffeine, and ultrasound poking/prodding/pressure by dancing (at least, that's what it feels like!).  He practically didn't stop moving for two days after the ultrasound.  Previously, I only felt him move once a day or every other day...now it is several times per day.  So sweet.  Sometimes, it feels like feet or hands, and sometimes it tickles.  It is very sweet.

We decided to have a gender-reveal party centered on the "theme" of miniature...since Declan's code-name was "Mini-Miller."  I felt it was appropriate and reflected both Ryan and I.  When I have the pictures from him, I will do a separate post on the "Mini-Miller Gender Reveal Party"...mainly because I think it was awesome and I really enjoyed putting it together.  I am discovering that I REALLY like putting together parties for rather cheap...it is a new thing for me to enjoy, I usually despise details.

Moving right along, we did the party on Thursday night and on Friday prepared to head up and say good bye to my very sick grandmother...who passed away before we were able to get up there.  It is sad, but there were many good things to come out of her life (my mother being one of them!) and since she was 76-ish she had experienced much.

Cute story.  As told to me by my mom who was with my grandma until the very end...apparently, my mom and my aunt were discussing Declan and my aunt asked what we would use for a nickname, would it be "Dick"? {never, never, never, never, Never, NEVER would I name a child "Dick". Never.ever.ever.} When my grandmother heard this, she roused and proceeded to say, "NO, not Dick, Declan!" I believe she then fell asleep or at least fell quiet.  I was thoroughly amused by this and was glad that she corrected my aunt...if you do wish to call him something other than "Declan" you can call him "Deck"...no "Decky" or "Dick" just "Deck".

I went thrifting while waiting for the funeral plans to be put into place and picked up some cute outfits for Declan and a few items to use in his room.  I will do a separate post also about how I'm changing up his room...as I get around to it!

I stayed with my family through the funeral and then came home; returning to work on Wednesday.  I haven't had time to do a picture this week, and since I'm almost at 23 weeks, I don't feel it pays to do one.  Sorry. 


At 22 weeks, DECLAN is about 11 inches long and according to the ultrasound last week he weighed in at one pound that day--right where he should be according to the doctors.  :)  Technology is amazing!  He's starting to look like a miniature newborn (strangely, I already thought he was looking like that) His lips, eyelids, and eyebrows are becoming more distinct, and he's developing tiny tooth buds beneath his gums. His eyes have formed, but his irises lack pigment (even though I know they'll be blue!). 

I've been suffering from a bit more heartburn lately...and I think it's unfair that when you eat healthy foods (like bananas and dried apricots) that you should get heartburn.  I think I should only get it if I eat like crap.  Oh well, something I will not understand about pregnancy.  I am having lots of vivid (and funny) dreams again, I have a few new tiger stripes (stretch marks) on my stomach and haven't gained any weight since my last appointment three weeks ago (so, I am still -1 pound from my starting weight).    I am beginning to find it difficult to bend over, specifically for extended periods of time.  Having a more difficult time breathing when bending over.  Tying my shoes today was difficult!  I am sure it will only get worse from here...

Since you've made it this far in the post, I will tell you about the dream I had the night before we went in for the ultrasound...

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I dreamt that I had the baby and it was a girl...after the delivery (when I found out that the baby was a girl) I fell asleep or passed out, and remained unconscious for several months.  Long enough for Ryan to name the baby and have TONS of cutesy girl-baby pictures of the child.  When I woke up, Ryan was there and announced to me that he'd named her "Ivy Livey" (pronounced in a way that it rhymes). I was livid!  That was not what we had agreed upon!  Why did he name her such a stupid name that rhymed?  I was so mad.  I don't remember what happened after that, but I am pretty sure I woke up mad, but was then relieved to find out it was not true.

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Thanks for stopping by to read my updates and random thoughts on pregnancy.  I hope you enjoy my sometimes wacky point of view.  :)

Toodles!

~N~