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Already I find myself in week 8 of my first pregnancy. I’m 38 years old, so time seems to fly by faster and faster as I age. Normally, I wish for the world to just s-l-o-w d-o-w-n some. But since the day I found out I was pregnant, I’ve had that can’t-wait feeling every day. The day that I can finally meet my baby can’t come soon enough. At my next appointment at 11 weeks, James and I should be able to hear the heartbeat for the first time. For now, I’ll just have to be patient. And that’s fine, because I have plenty to think about.
First trimester symptoms for most women include morning sickness. Right now, I consider myself very lucky. After the first week of intense nausea and crazy smell sensitivity (what lead me to find out I was, indeed, expecting), things have calmed quite a bit. I do feel some nausea daily, but so far, no vomiting, and the smell sensitivity has diminished to a two on a scale of one to 10.
Of course, I can’t yet feel any movement inside, so sometimes it's hard to believe there’s actually a growing human inside me. Every now and then, I even forget—but not for long. All of a sudden, I find myself thinking random baby thoughts, like how amazing the holidays will be this year with our new arrival (due in September) at home. And how fun it will be to see her play with my friends’ kids. I like to imagine what kinds of funny things will be said once the talking begins, and of course, what she will look like. I know the sex can’t be determined for several more weeks, but I’m putting the vibe out to the world: Please send me a girl! I’ll love a boy just as much, but if I had my choice…
I’ve subscribed to Fitpregnancy.com’s pregnancy week-by-week e-mails to keep up with all the growth and development that’s happening behind the scenes. In week 8, I was surprised to learn that although the baby is only about ½ inch long, brain wave activity is already beginning and the eyes, nose and upper lip are forming. I especially enjoy the size references. At the very beginning, she was the size of a lentil. Soon after, a garbanzo bean. Most recently, the size of a raspberry. In just two weeks, she’ll graduate to the size of a kumquat.
The usual pregnancy and mom fears that I know about haven’t really kicked in for me yet. I know they’re coming, but for now, I’m just enjoying the excited bliss that comes with the newness of everything, and focusing on the positive. Once in a while, a thought creeps in. What if there’s no heartbeat at my next appointment? And how will I react if my baby is the one statistic that has Down Syndrome? How on earth will we ever afford a house?! But for the most part, I’m pretty cool as a cucumber. Let’s see how long that lasts.