Today is a big day because nine weeks marks the end of baby's embryohood and the beginning of fetushood. We're in month three! This week baby's tail is gone and now his/her eyelids are forming as are hair follicles and nipples. S/he is about the size of a grape or green olive.
As of last night, Evan and I have now read up through the end of the first trimester in the pregnancy book. We have our first OB appointment this week on Friday morning. We need to get our list of questions together. So far we have one: What is our risk of miscarriage at this point? If you've had bleeding during first trimester (which I have) your odds of miscarriage increase. But after you've seen/heard the heartbeat on ultrasound around 8 weeks or after then your chance for miscarriage is <2%. However, I don't know what the odds are if you've had bleeding AND seen the heartbeat. I'm hoping our OB will hear the heartbeat again this week and can give us some peace of mind. I REALLY want to quell some fears here. The longer I'm pregnant the more we have grown to love this little nugget inside of me and we would be devastated to lose him or her. Plus, we'd really like to announce to friends and family after this appointment. It's so hard to keep this exciting secret.
My pregnancy symptoms seemed to have kicked into high gear in this last week. The nausea is most bothersome. It's like a constant hangover with intermittent waves of more intense nausea and dizzy spells. I am constantly aware of where all the trash cans are in case of emergency. I'm so afraid of throwing up at work. Plan A: the employee restroom, Plan B: the patient restroom, Plan C: that trash can over there. Adding to the nausea is my superpower sense of smell. I have nearly puked just from smelling something intense. And something can smell good yet at the same time make me nauseous. Like the other day I smelled potato salad in the hallway at work, which smelled good, and then I imagined the taste of it and nearly gagged. I normally love potato salad! This is all so strange. And it really sucks to suffer in silence. Another reason I can't wait to tell friends and family is so I can get some support!
Honestly, though, all this is easy to tolerate because I am just so overjoyed to have a little one growing inside me. As tough as it can be, all these things I feel remind me that baby is busy developing and wiggling and stretching and hiccuping and all those things necessary for becoming healthy and strong. Imagining a little being in there isn't nearly as weird as I thought it would be.
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