Yesterday, I hit 16 weeks. Dubya is the size of an avocado. Husband says we can make salsa out of her.
(When I write to her, I have to forever promise her that I won’t let her father eat her when she’s here.)
It was also a checkup day for me and my husband’s birthday. The morning brought the good news that Dubya was in there, happily using the arc trainer to get her heartbeat up to a nice 138. The evening brought a trip to the pool, a nice dinner at home, and some solid chocolate Cold Stone ice cream cake to celebrate my husband’s day.
He’s not a huge fan of his birthday for many reasons. We tend not to make a big deal out of it, but I think yesterday was a nice day for him. Not only did he get confirmation that his avocado is still growing (we can also tell by the almost-noticeable bump that I’m sporting), but the day was relaxing, fun, and low key. Every day should be like this, but especially a birthday.
The day ended with me reading an app in bed that said Dubya’s formed bones in her ears and might be able to hear. My husband got a huge grin on his face, put down his book, and moved over to say hello to Dubya. He told her about how excited he was to see her in a few weeks (and how she should give him a thumbs up), that he couldn’t wait to have her here, and to remember two words for her future: hedge fund.
Things have been going smoothly the past few weeks. My nausea and fatigue sharply decreased in week 13, so I’m now rebounding and kicking major ass at work (every day is a busy day; I can’t believe how much I get done, yet still have to do!). Between walking, working out at the gym, swimming at the pool, and yoga, I feel like my workout routine is going well. Yesterday, when weighed, I’d gained about five pounds since the start of my pregnancy; not bad, particularly since it’s all belly.
We’re now waiting for our anatomy scan, four weeks from today. I have my fingers crossed that all’s well and she’s developing as she should. C’mon, Dubya. Be your awesome self.
Our families and friends not associated with work now know, too. My parents are thrilled – they’ve been buying every piece of clothing there is for Dubya and checking up on me whenever they can. His parents … well, per usual, they’re being weird. Since we announced, they’ve been more or less silent on the subject. It’s either that they don’t know how to handle the situation or they’re waiting to pounce with some highly unreasonable demands on Dubya (I place my money on the latter).
That weirdness aside, we’ve had a pretty awesome summer. We’ll cap it off with a visit to the National Book Festival this weekend (where we’ll get that fantastic poster and make it the centerpiece of Dubya’s nursery). Next week, I’ll be telling work about my pregnancy (wish me luck).
But for now, still very happy about getting to share my husband’s birthday with him.