Same Old, Same Old

So based on these little apps (of which there are exactly ten thousand), I am starting my firth week of pregnancy. Uh, okay, sure.

I have a scan at TRM on the 7th first thing in the morning, but otherwise I really still don’t FEEL very pregnant. Having so many friends who have recently gone through this process – one just had a C Section Friday and looked like a freaking supermodel in her “here’s my adorbs baby” photos on Facebook – has been and will continue to be super helpful. Many of them echo my thoughts about the lack of  feeling pregnant. Some even recall not being sure any of it was actually happening until they had a baby in their arms. 

I’m starting to get a little tired and working on learning not to overbook myself (anyone who knows me at all will find that hilarious), but so far nothing exciting is happening that I can tell.

Science is happening – blastocysts doing things and embryos and spinal cords forming and all sorts of other things I can’t even comprehend. I just spend most of my time realizing that the majority of my visual representation for this internal stuff is the intro from Look Who’s Taking, which seems about right.

Luckily these apps have all kinds of photos and videos of strange blobs that are representative of what’s happening somewhere on a tiny tiny level – we’re moving from a poppy seed to an orange seed this week. 

Mostly I’m excited that I’ve gotten the dresser finished for kiddo’s room:

You know, finishing projects is one of my favorite things. It’s not perfect, but that’s okay. I’m going to see if my mom will add a poly top coat (her very smart suggestion) because of the fumes I’m not supposed to be huffing and then it’ll be entirely ready to roll.