I am officially at 19 weeks and 5 days today(according to my doctor… 20 weeks according to the internet, and 18 weeks according to my pregnancy journal… what is up with that?!?), and this is apparently what is happening this week:
Your baby measures about 5.2 (13.2cm) to 6 inches (15.2cm) from crown to rump and weighs about 7 ounces (198g). Skin is developing and transparent, appearing red because blood vessels are visible through it. Creamy white protective coating, called vernix, begins to develop.
And that >>>>>>>>>>>>>
Is probably what my baby looks like right now, According to IVillage.
I’ll know for sure next wednesday. It’ll be the 12 week ultrasound. It’s so exciting to think I’m pregnant finally after so many years of wanting a baby. And honestly not trying at all. It was kind of an oops. I really didn’t mean to get pregnant 2 months after the wedding. But I’m happy I did!
So, I didn’t find out we were pregnant until I was 6 weeks pregnant! (Althought I didn’t know how far along I was at the time). I suspected I was pregnant a week before, not because of morning sickness… Because I never experienced any of that…. But because I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had my period (I was so bad about keeping track of that thing). I took a pregnancy test, and it came out negative. And then a week later, still nothing, so I took another one… positive. Aren’t those things supposed to work early? Like, I don’t know, 3 weeks before it did?
I was ecstatic of course. Bret… was feeling something more along the lines of shocked. He said the silliest thing I have ever heard come out of a man’s mouth… are you ready???
He said: “I feel like I had nothing to do with this!”
It still makes me giggle.
He has warmed up to the idea appropriately at this point. Like the marriage thing, it just took him a while to get used to the idea.
We made an appointment for our first ultrasound, at what they estimated to be about 8 weeks in. (At this point I thought they were crazy, I mean how could the pregnancy test not have worked at 5 weeks?!?! I seriously thought I couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4 weeks pregnant when they were telling me 6. But whatever. I no longer trust the stupid pregnancy tests.)
At our appointment we got to see our baby for the very first time! I cried, of course, and I was basically speechless. There are just no words for that moment when you see that there is really life growing inside you!
My Baby - 8 weeks 1 day
The following weeks were a flurry of emotions, ranging from floating on air (“Oh my goodness, I am the luckiest person in the whole world!”) to abject terror (“Oh Shit, I’m so not ready for this…”). But it was super fun to get the pregnancy books and make a Sunday tradition out of reading all the stuff that would be happening in uterus land over the next week.
At about 12 weeks, I think I started to show. Although I already had a belly, so that was debatable. I think mostly I was bloated the day this picture was taken:
12 week belly
I say it was bloating because, this is a picture taken today (19 weeks, 5 days) and there isn’t all that much difference.
I know that this is baby belly now, because it’s much more firm, and it still looks like that when I suck in my stomach.
We’ve reached what I am calling the boring part of the pregnancy. Yes the baby is bigger every week, but there just aren’t the exciting milestones that were a few weeks ago. The skeleton is already formed, the fingernails are already there, the ears have moved to their proper locations, the baby is moving around (I feel little somethings, but nothing big and definitive yet). So, I just look at the baby books now and go “Gee… the size of a mango now huh..fun, I have a produce department in my uterus.”