Every day this week I woke up full of energy. My belly seemed flatter. I didn’t have any wild mood swings.
I felt so good, in fact, I figured SOMETHING MUST BE WRONG.
Clearly, the baby fell out while I wasn’t looking. Or something.
Yes, exactly.
Right now I’m stuck in this weird limbo: I’m between monthly doctor visits. Most of my first trimester symptoms have gone away, but it’s still too early to feel the baby move. My belly hasn’t really popped yet, I just look like I need to cut back on the burritos. Sometimes I don’t even feel pregnant at all.
I read online that some women can hear their baby’s heartbeat in the bathtub by submerging their belly underwater, then leaning back until both ears are submerged too. So I tried that. The only heartbeat I heard in the water was slow, about half the speed of what a baby’s heartbeat should be. And I totally freaked out — until I realized that slow-ass heartbeat I was hearing was my own.
Anyway, I couldn’t hear the baby at all. And my friend Emily said I’m not allowed to read crazy lady pregnancy websites anymore. So no more DIY baby eavesdropping for me.
Besides feeling suspiciously terrific, here’s how things are going:
This week, baby is the size of an orange.
Hi baby! I’m about to juice you and drink you for breakfast. Which is weird.
But seriously. Oranges are huge. And I remember when baby was just the size of a poppyseed. I can’t even wrap my head around this.
*sigh* They grow up so fast.
This week I went back to work and started school again at the same time, so I haven’t done any major hikes or bike rides. But I still managed to walk a few miles every day. Then I went to my first official prenatal yoga class. (I’ve been doing prenatal yoga videos at home, but I tend to perform better in a class, because I get really competitive with my own reflection in the mirror. Like a betta fish.)
I hope laying by the pool with friends, eating French fries and laughing is also good for me, because I did that too.
It was a great pool party, even with this hideous view.