Good grief, I am looking at 10 week pregnancy images and most of the women’s belly shots are still pretty much flat (unless they have been pregnant before.) My belly, on the other hand, is doubled in size. I wonder if it is because I haven’t had morning sickness and I’m not throwing everything back up. Every time I look down at the belly, I think with a Scottish accent: “That’s not my belleh!” Why a Scottish accent? I must be thinking of Mike Myer’s character from Austin Powers. I really need to get an ultrasound to see what’s is going on in there (!)
Fetus is now nearly a kumquat. It is just over an inch long and all the organs will finish forming this week.
Besides the physical changes, the emotional ones are pretty fascinating as well. In my pre-pregnancy I had gotten pretty good at balancing emotional reactions versus logical and intellectual thinking. These days, instinctive reactions and emotional responses are more powerful. Steve’s hugs feel even more amazing. A cathedral of trees and the silence of the snow holds an exquisite stillness. The nesting instinct rages. Some things that didn’t bother me as much before now do.
My dreams are ridiculously detailed and vivid. My intuition is heightened. What may have been an inner prompting that could sometimes be easily ignored is now an expansion of the insides, a knowing that fills the mind. I swear I’m not making this up.
No pregnancy crying fits yet though, like they talk about. Obama’s inauguration speech, however, did bring tears to my eyes. Yay for America.
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