According to an extremely reliable source known as google image, here is a photo of a 15 week old fetus. There's Zigs!! Just to give you an idea.
Well, the new stage of pregnancy entails the small period of time between the depressing “pregnancy chub” and the lovely and much coveted “pregnancy bump”. Its like I no longer feel like I’m just gaining weight in my mid section because its starting to round itself out and take on the vague form of a pregnant belly. But, I’m definitely not at the point where strangers would be coming up and asking me when I’m due. If anyone dared to ask a girl looking like I do right now when she’s due, 9.5 out of 10 times her response would involve violence or tears, and most likely a combination of the two. But I am prego!! I’m one of the .5 girls that would LOVE for a perfect stranger to come up and ask me when I’m due. Instead, I just wear the fitted shirts proudly, assuming that most just look at me and reflect on how they haven’t been to the gym recently either. But for me, its this mark of beauty and pride. My body is doing what its supposed to be doing! And its looking pretty cute doing it in the mean time if I do say so myself!!
So, that’s me.
I had another Dr.’s appointment yesterday. All went well. Today I am 15 weeks and 1 day. This was the first appointment Mark wasn’t at because we knew It was going to be really routine and definitely no monumental occurrences…but oh that heartbeat. I got to hear it again. It will send even emotional rocks like myself into the state of a blubbering fool.*(see asterik below) What is it about a heartbeat that is so powerful?? I guess the obvious answer is its’ signification of life. But its not just life in the physical sense, it’s the signification of a future, of memories, of sweet bedtime rituals and splashy bath time traditions. It’s a wonderment at the good gifts with which God fills our lives. And for what reason other than the joy and pleasure he receives in pleasing his children. Gosh, that heartbeat.
Just five more weeks and the much anticipated ultrasound will occur where we’ll find out the gender. I’m really just not so concerned about whether its a boy or a girl. Really! Just rooting for A gender. You know, just one or the other. That’s all I’m looking for. I digress (severely). So on that note, thank you to a bunch of you that are super supportive and excited right along with Mark and me. Its fun sharing the journey with you☺
*The reason that is funny is because my emotional state as of late exhibits no characteristics remotely like that of a rock.
