Today starts week 13. This week, finally, we are reaching the end of our first trimester. And all rejoiced. This is supposed to be the last week of exhaustion, morning sickness, moodiness, and all-around being uncomfortable. Ok, so I never really had morning sickness but I'll be happy to kiss off exhaustion and moodiness. The second trimester is supposed to be the easiest and I am looking forward to that. All rejoice.
At any rate, this week, our precious baby girl is reaching the end of her danger stage for miscarriage. The majority of miscarriages happen in the first trimester. If we were traditional folks, this is about the time we would be starting to tell people. But...we're just too excited. Baby is the size of a peach, about three inches long, and her intestines, currently outside her body in the umbilical cord (how weird is that?) are receding back to her abdomen where they properly belong.
Additionally, her vocal cords are forming. I feel the headaches already. Believe it or not, her ovaries already contain more than 2 million eggs. 2 million! That's...crazy! And she better not fertilize any of those for a good long time! That's a warning. Never too early to start.
All in all, my energy has received a small boost although I am still finding myself dragging about four or five o'clock which makes it difficult to finish working but I'm powering through best I can. My weight gain is non-existent which is typical for the first trimester. I was supposed to have an ultrasound yesterday at my prenatal appointment but they had to cancel it. So instead, I'll go in tomorrow morning and I should get to enjoy the pleasure of seeing our little girl again.
Until next week, or at least until I post those pictures of Working Man putting the stroller together.
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