Even though baby is an overachiever in the growth department, I’m sticking with my original counting, and that makes today 23 weeks.
Baby weighs about 1 1/2 pounds now, and is about the size of a pomegranate. As we saw in last Friday’s ultrasound, baby’s face should be fully formed now, and just needs a layer of baby fat added for cuteness. Baby’s brain is growing rapidly this week, too. I can definitely tell that baby is getting bigger. Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and baby started doing a bunch of kicking. Kick. Kick. Ouch! Baby is getting some oomph. Baby has also figured out where my bladder is located, and stomps on it occasionally to remind me who is in charge. (Hint: It’s not me.)Today we took the plunge and ordered a crib, the babyletto Hudson. I wanted a crib with a modern look, but without the modern price tag, and I feel like I found it. Seriously, this crib here and this one here make me feel like a bargain shopper. I also ordered a car seat.
At work, I’ve started to encounter unwanted belly rubbing and delightful conversation that begins with, “I don’t want to tell you the horror stories.” To which I reply, “No, please don’t, I don’t want to hear your horror stories.” And then the telling of horror stories commences. Also, I didn’t know this, but apparently women who have already delivered children must be obligated to tell new pregnant women about their horrific episiotomies. Lucky for me, although these things are gross, I’m not actually too squeamish unless teeth or feet are involved. If these women knew my weakness, they’d probably find a way to work teeth and feet into all their pregnancy stories. (On a related note, here’s a good list of Things You Should Never Say to a Pregnant Woman.)
This has been a productive week for baby and for mom and dad. Just tonight, Dad might have felt his first baby kick. Here’s to another good week!