How far along: 16 weeks pregnant
How big is baby: Avocado
Best moment of the week: Prenatal yoga… a little more “granola” than my usual preference (I have a green heart centre? Wait… baby has one too??” But being able to move for two days without pain? I can see that green heart centre glowing.
Food cravings: hot fudge sundaes
Symptoms: Mood swings (“This apple won’t cut! The world hates me!”) and paranoia (“what if I get a double chin? You can’t have short hair and a double chin”) and generally feeling “thick” (no one tells you the first stages of the bump are just gas. Then no one tells you the second stage of the bump is just your intestines). But on the plus side, I know it’s intestines and not baby, because the Wee Baby Seamus sometimes lets me know when he’s moving.
Gender: Had a couple of days where I thought it could be a girl… but the minute my parents dropped off all kind of unexpected boxes full of girly things from when I was a kid, I knew I’d have a very masculine boy. (And yes, I will still dress that baby boy in the dresses, because they’re damn cute)
What I’m looking forward to: Doctor’s appointment tomorrow — it’s heartbeat day!
What I miss: Sleeping through the night
Husband perspective: It’s a little frustrating because there’s not a lot I can do, so I think about things I can do. Like fix up the house. And think about things I like. Like comic books.
How far along: 15 weeks pregnant
How big is baby: Naval oranges (which is my favourite fruit these days)
Best moment of the week: Sunday afternoon, when I was feeling great and got a lot accomplished
Food cravings: Chocolate. In all of its forms
Symptoms: Oh my goodness the bloating. When will it stop!
Gender: Still boy. Being biologically female, and growing up without any brothers, I have a certain general fear of young boys and bathroom habits. I spent my weekend sighing every time I went into the bathroom thinking: “I will be stepping in pee for the next two decades”. Please tell me their aim isn’t as bad as I fear!! (and yes, I realize if that’s my only fear, that’s really not so bad)
What I’m looking forward to: the hot fudge sundae Scott promised to buy me if I go grocery shopping with him.
What I miss: Beer. Specifically green beer. Even more specifically green beer at the student union bar in my undergrad days
Husband perspective: Babies can’t learn the fundamentals of Access development. Also, eating too many apricots will give them red hair.
How far along: 14 weeks pregnant
How big is baby: the size of a lemon
Best moment of the week: Actually getting out and being able to do stuff — shopping on Sunday, going to the gym on Monday
Food cravings: Gummy candies
Symptoms: Migraines and hip pain
Gender: Still with boy. A lot of people are shocked that we won’t be finding out the gender (I consider it the equivalent of internet spoilers), and I’m interested to see if I’m as completely convinced about the gender over the next 26 weeks.
What I’m looking forward to: a day without a headache.
What I miss: my old levels for energy. Sure, I can actually do stuff again, but I’m trying to get back to “normal” too quickly, and pushing myself too hard. What does that result in? A headache. Sigh.
Husband perspective: Having a kid is just like having a Pokemon, right? So it can’t be that hard!
How far along: 13 weeks pregnant
How big is baby: the size of a peach
Best moment of the week: People reacting the way I both expected and wanted them to react. Tears? Advice? High pitched girly screams while you jump up and down and make a public scene? Not into those. Quick hugs? A smart-ass remark? A fist bump? Ya, those I can handle.
Food cravings: So much McDonalds. And bacon. But at this very second, I would kill for some melon medley juice mixed with coconut water (my “weekend cocktail”).
Symptoms: Mid-day nausea, headaches and migraines, inability to stomach cruciferous vegetables or carbonated beverages.
Gender: Boy? I feel like my body has been going out of my way just to spite me, and that something a young boy would do.
What I’m looking forward to: Warm enough weather to wear dresses. The disappearing-reappearing bloat is not a fan of waistbands.
What I miss: that week of vacation when I could sleep when I was tired, eat when I was hungry and go to the bathroom without having to leave the office, climb a set of stairs and walk halfway down a hallway, only to discover it’s closed for “cleaning” (which when you return 10 minutes later you can’t tell it’s happened).
Husband perspective: “Excited, but totally stuck on the names thing”