Blissful one minute, anxious the next, welcome to pregnancy! Most the time though I’d say I have a dose of “what will be, will be” and try not to overly stress about any one thing.
Ugh, this annoying WordPress has centered all the writing and I can’t get it to align to the left!
I’m beginning to realize that the various summaries of the state of growth of the baby week by week doesn’t always quite match up. Some attribute different milestones to different weeks, many differ on what week the embryo becomes a fetus.
Apparently now my fig is doing a lot of graceful water ballet (even though I can’t feel it yet) and can fit in the palm of my hand.
It has gradually dawned on me that although Steve is in this with me, he’s not undergoing all the physical and emotional changes (although some studies show that certain hormones in men may change to mirror their pregnant wife). So I find myself sometimes expecting him to subtly accommodate me in a stroking my hair and reassuring me kind of way and he looks at me in confusion like “What? I’m doing what I always do…?” The dancing fig in my uterus demands that you stroke my hair, don’t ask!
Big snowstorm coming tomorrow!
Jan 27th 2009pregnancy