9 Weeks

I can't believe we've made it this far. It's like I have to keep pinching myself and saying "this is real!". How long we'd wished for another baby, and those dreams have finally come true.

According to different sources, the baby is somewhere between the size of a medium green olive and my big toe. It doesn't weigh much, but that's about to change. It's moving independently, it's heart has completed development into 4 chambers, and it's resembling a human being more and more.

My uterus is supposed to be the size of a "small cantaloupe" now, but you'd never notice it for how fat I am. I have, however, deserted my jeans for the time being...Yasar and I went to Sam's Club this week, and being strapped into his car, with those jeans digging in across my navel, it's like I could feel something in there that wasn't quite normal. Almost hard. So from now on I'm going to stick to my yoga pants.

Weight-wise, this week has been an up-and-down roller coaster. If you're my friend on Facebook, you know we've been sick here. I've been struggling with achiness, congestion, coughing, and the fear that whatever I have is going to morph into a chest cold (I'm asthmatic, so that's a real and very scary proposition). Anyway, the last few days I've had trouble getting calories in. From what I've read, God created the baby to be able to weather the first trimester sickness, so I figure a few days won't hurt baby. I'm still addicted to my ice water, though, and have no trouble getting that down.

Yasar's rooting for a girl. Andrew wants a brother. At least someone will be happy!

We go back to see the doctor Tuesday. I'm really anxious to hear what he has to say about my progesterone levels, and am seriously hoping he does another ultrasound so maybe we can get a fetal heart rate (I'll finally be able to relax with that information in hand!).

Again, everyone, thanks for keeping us in your prayers. I completely credit you and God for keeping this baby where (s)he is. You're awesome!