I simply cannot get over the fact that a tiny human life is growing inside me. I think about him/her all of the time. All. Of. The. Time. I take my prenatal vitamin, I think of baby. I eat breakfast (lunch, and dinner) and think of baby. I yawn, and you guessed it -- I think of baby. I think of the ways I can nourish and protect him/her, and how so much of what I do can or will affect this tiny, innocent, miraculous being. It's completely overwhelming, consuming, and incredibly amazing!
I've been reading a TON, but I've mostly been focusing on what is happening right now. It's neat to know that Baby Rockaroo is starting to grow his/her wee hands and feet and that his/her heart is beating twice as quickly as mine. Baby still has a pretty gigantic noggin, and even has remnants of a tail still. His/Her tiny earbuds are coming along, even though he/she won't be able to hear me for another 7 weeks or so. Wow. Just....wow.
As far as how I'm feeling, I've still not encountered morning sickness, only slight aversions (ground turkey = gag). I'm still outrageously tired pretty much all the time, but I'm finding that a short 20-30 minute nap usually does the trick. It's wild knowing how much my body is already changing/adapting to this wee life growing in me.
Today, I'm 7 weeks 3 days prego. I'll see the doc at 9 weeks 5 days. Just over two weeks to go. :)
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