Twelve Weeks

Someone sent me a link to a baby blog a month or so ago with weekly updates.  I really like the author's posts that answered general questions about her progress, so I'm going to use a format similar to hers.


This week: Wolverine Baby is the size of a lime (just a little over two inches long)

Development: In week twelve, the baby's reflexes begin to develop, and the intestines begin to move into her abdominal cavity.  Also, the app on my phone assures me that Wolverine Baby's face now looks "unquestionably human" as her eyes are now on the front of her head and her ears are in their proper place.  (The app makes no mention of the development of the wolverine claws this week...)

Are you craving anything? Nothing consistently, but the power of suggestion is strong.  The mere mention of cupcakes makes me salivate.  And when Annie offered to make me a pecan pie to celebrate Sine Die at work, it took all of my strength not to just go sit in her kitchen until it was done.  (I may have had a piece for breakfast this morning.  Don't judge me!)

Is there any food that turns you off? Not right now.  However, when I am hungry, I tend to have more aversions to food than actual cravings.  I haven't been able to deal with raw chicken for months now, though.

How do you feel? I think I caught a stomach bug yesterday, so not too great today. 

How is your sleep? I consistently wake up every morning at 4:00 a.m.  And then I can't go back to sleep until about fifteen minutes before Ray's alarm goes off.  But when I fall asleep on the couch at 8:00 p.m., that sleep is great!

Most surprising thing you've noticed or experienced: My coworker, Lyndsey, not believing me when I told her I was pregnant.  It took three minutes and another coworker, Katherine, promising it wasn't a joke to convince her.

Something you're surprised you haven't noticed or experienced: Nope.

Favorite/most comfortable article of clothing: The pajama pants I'm wearing in the picture above.

How is Ray doing? Ray is amazing.  I've said it countless times, but I really couldn't ask for a more supportive husband.  And this morning, when he was taking my picture he said, "There's really nothing to take a picture of, honey."  As I was feeling bloated and rather like a cow, I appreciated that a lot.