I have made it fully into the second trimester! And the weeks simultaneously feel incredibly slow and zippingly fast. The baby was once the size of an apple seed and now it is the size of an orange. Like the big normal kind of an orange, not the small cute ones.
Sometimes Kamel and I talk about how it would be nice if humans laid eggs like chickens, because then we could take turns tending to it. We would put it in the living room surrounded by blankets and we would make sure we turned it every few hours (Kamel could come home on his lunch break) and we could take turns hugging it to make sure it stayed warm. Then! After 40 weeks we could all stand around and wait for the baby to pop itself out. We would clap and cheer and I wouldn’t dry-heave on the shoulder of the free way on the way to work like I did yesterday, but we would still get an adorable baby. Egg technology, coming to your uterus soon.
The baby finally looks like a real baby instead of a stuffed animal or a blobby human. The videos we took of this doctor’s appointment aren’t as awesome as previous videos because we were kind of obsessed with watching the screen. But we did get to hear the heartbeat for the first time and that was awesome. Now you can hear it too! And see our baby’s little profile:
I’m amazed at how active it is. I can’t feel any movement but every time we go to an ultrasound it is swimming around and flipping this way and that way and this week we got to see arms and legs and fingers, a nose, an year, a real forehead. As Kamel says: “It’s amazing to think we don’t know what it is yet, but it already IS.” It may already have his giant lips, or my swoop nose. Maybe it will have dark hair with reddish tints, light brown skin with blue eyes, or a ya know… even a hairy back. Poor kid is going to be a little monkey thanks to two hair parents. At least I know the ancient art of waxing.
I’m still waiting for that magically moment where I don’t feel sick. It hasn’t arrived yet. Maybe a few more weeks? Maybe never. Some people don’t feel good for the whole pregnancy. I’m really hoping that isn’t me, but if it is we are figuring out how to function around it. In the mean time all I can do is push forward.