The first blog about the baby
There’s a new person making his or her way onto the scene in late Spring. We are excited, and I’m certainly ready for some of the early pregnancy symptoms to subside. It’s been a rough 9 weeks or so… I’m queasy and tired, with a deep sense of hunger that will not be satisfied.
One of the perks of being pregnant, other than being able to eat three breakfasts before 9:00, and having 2 of them be Chik-fil-a, is receiving weekly updates about the baby. For some strange reason, they love to compare the size of the baby to particular foods. So, for 36 weeks, I get exciting inbox deliveries that begin with the phrase: “Congratulations! Your baby is now the size of a poppy seed!” (Pictured below)
The jump from sesame seed to lentil bean was particularly thrilling. I mean… that’s a lot of growth in 7 days time. I thought, because I’m a little nuts, that I would chronicle the development of the baby in this first blog, using only the foods suggested by Baby Center.
For your viewing enjoyment, here is the progress of our new little one:
Week Four: Poppy Seed
Week Five:Sesame Seed
Week Six: Lentil Bean (COME ON! That’s huge!)
Week Seven: Blueberry
Week Eight: Kidney Bean (This seems like a bit of a regression from that big, fat blueberry, and yet, I find myself in maternity pants.)
Week Nine: Grape, and the baby transitions from zygote to fetus this week! In order to celebrate, I cease to be able to function after lunchtime.
Week Ten:Kumquat!
Week Eleven: Fig
Week Twelve: Lime, which invites all of the “Lime in the Coconut” jokes you are willing to make.
Week Thirteen: Shrimp (Also, the Second Trimester Begins! When, oh when, will the queasiness subside?!)
Week Fourteen: Lemon. As of this week, I can stay awake until 9:00! It’s just like middle school again!
We have had a couple of ultrasounds, and everything looks beautiful. This baby is different than the other two - busier, more draining, something of a show-off. I love it. At our last ultrasound, we saw lots of wiggling and five perfect, tiny fingers on both hands. We got a photo of thumb-sucking, and a lovely wave that resembled either jazz hands or the Tomahawk Chop. At this point, it’s hard to say which.
If this one cooperates, we’ll learn the gender on Jan. 4, and I am counting down the minutes. It’s such a cool thing when “it” stops being “it” and becomes a person with an identity that won’t change for the rest of our lives.
In the meantime, I’ve been torturing myself by taking online gender predictor quizzes, all of which have said girl. Based on my symptoms, all of which are different than they were with the boys, I would agree. I’m fine either way. This little lemon is healthy and wonderful, and I’m just ready to call “it” by name.
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