Week 12

- Week numero 12 -

News on the street -- my little-human-indwelling infant already has formed fingernails.
Fingerprints are still in the making, but the itty-bitty nails have made their breakthrough.

{The miracle of new people.... the next time you look at someone's face....remember that when they were once small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, they already had fingernails. What!?}



I definitely turned a good corner with the end of the first trimester.

I no longer have to swallow the dry crumbles of saltines before I fall out of bed in order to subdue nausea. I feel more like myself and just maybe have a wee bit more energy.

There are moments, even hours that I forget I'm even pregnant.
It just seems too science fiction, too "that can't be my life right now."

But then I catch my profile and notice the beginning of a swelling that wasn't there a few months ago -- I try and brush my teeth and fail to do so without enjoying the joyous overflow of stomach bile -- I start crying at an inappropriate time -- I forget something I was just thinking about -- I hit my head on a shelf -- I try and sleep through the night without having to get up and pee. Yes, I'm still pregnant. But yes, more often than not I'm still in denial and still very overwhelmed with irrational fears about the baby, or the baby and me, dying -- or about some crazy mutation or delivery complication.

Baby is already as big as a fig or a small lime.

 Oh! And we found a home! The haphazard moving charade has begun...