Aug 26 2008

22 weeks/ 5 months

Yesterday, I was 21 weeks and 6 days pregnant. I thought about the woman who gave birth to the youngest surviving preemie, who was born at 21 weeks 6 days.

This little girl was about 10 ounces (a can of Pepsi weighs 12 ounces!) and was about as long as a ballpoint pen. Oh my goodness.

The mother delivered via c-section. Had the doctors known just how young her baby was, they probably wouldn’t have operated. Her life is absolutely a miracle.

Technically speaking, I’m 22 weeks pregnant today. I have no intention of delivering any time soon, but it’s comforting to know that if I do go early, my little boy has a fighting chance.

So far, I’m actually liking this whole being pregnant thing. I’ve had it ridiculously easy. Had just a few days of minor nausea, and it wasn’t bad at all. Some tiredness, but who isn’t tired once in awhile? My hair and nails have never looked better, and my skin has cleared up. I’m eating better than I normally do.

My biggest complaint is that it’s annoying having to go potty a bajillion times per day, but I’m getting used to it. Oh, and when I was scrubbing the bathroom tub (with Dawn soap…it worked better than my bathroom cleaner stuff!) I couldn’t bend over so well. My belly isn’t huge, but it got in the way and I was like oh…guess I can’t clean the tub next time. Aw man!

I know plenty of women have rough pregnancies, and I feel so fortunate that I’m having it really easy so far.

I’ve been feeling much stronger baby kicks this week. So strong, in fact, that at times I can actually see my belly move from the kicks and punches and headbutts. It cracks me up!

Over the weekend, I had another ultrasound so they could get a better view of Baby’s heart. They don’t suspect anything is wrong, but they couldn’t see it very well the first time because of how he was positioned. He was still curled up in a tight ball this weekend (but had flipped around the other way) and they couldn’t quite see all they wanted to see.

I might have a fetal echocardiogram to potentially get a closer look at his heart. We have some family history of heart problems, so they’d like to make sure everything is a-ok. I kind of would prefer to just wait until he’s born for them to take a closer look, but perhaps they think there could be a problem that would complicate delivery. I’m not sure. I’m optimistic.

If the stork or Santa Claus himself showed up and handed me my baby instead of me actually birthing him, I don’t think I would be surprised.

It’s weird. I’ve seen Baby Boy three separate times on an ultrasound monitor. I’ve heard his heart beating several times. I’ve felt and seen his kicks.

And even though I’m starting to gain weight and grow an obvious baby belly, none of it seems all that real.

I have hundreds of diapers lined up along the wall in my bedroom. I have a bunch of baby clothes.

I don’t drink coffee, soda, beer, or wine now because duh, it’s bad for the baby.

Maybe I’m in super-denial, but this still doesn’t seem real!

It’s like…really? There’s a person growing inside of me? Really? There’s a little baby who will require his parents to take care of his every need? Really? Our lives are about to change so drastically? Oh, yes ma’am.

I thought reality would sink in when I heard the heart beat. And then I thought it would when I felt him move. Or when my belly looked pregnant. Maybe it’ll finally feel real when I hold him in my arms.


At 11 inches (the length of a spaghetti squash) and almost 1 pound, your baby is starting to look like a miniature newborn. His lips, eyelids, and eyebrows are becoming more distinct, and he’s even developing tiny tooth buds beneath his gums. His eyes have formed, but his irises (the colored part of the eye) still lack pigment. If you could see inside your womb, you’d be able to spot the fine hair (lanugo) that covers his body and the deep wrinkles on his skin, which he’ll sport until he adds a padding of fat to fill them in. Inside his belly, his pancreas — essential for the production of some important hormones — is developing steadily.

See what your baby looks like this week.

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2 Responses to “22 weeks/ 5 months”

  1. It’s funny how you say it doesn’t seem real to you. I felt the same way… and even now that my kids are 2.5 and 7 months… I still look at them and think… Wow, they really grew and developed inside of me???? Really???

    It’s like it was all a dream, lightyears away.

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  2. Even when you’re holding your little son in your arms, you’ll probably look at him and think, “really? He’s mine? Really??” It’s all so awesome!!

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