22 Weeks = Spaghetti Squash

Today, I'm 22 weeks and 3 days pregnant, and our baby boy is about 11" long, approximately the length of a spaghetti squash. 

This spaghetti squash is only 9.5" long, so imagine it's 1.5" longer.

This week, our baby's facial features are becoming more distinct, and he's starting to look more like a miniature newborn. He's also developing tiny tooth buds beneath his gums, and I can't stop imagining that he'll be born with a mouth full of teeth. I wouldn't love him any less. I'd just rethink the whole breastfeeding thing.

As far as symptoms go, there are a few things that I won't mention here. (Okay, fine. My nipples and areolas are darker, which was a weird surprise.) I'm congested and easily winded, and I'm still getting up once or twice in the night to pee—but I feel great.

I can't wait to eat that spaghetti squash tomorrow.

I'm happy and full of life, and there's no denying that I laugh more often... and when I remember that our baby boy can hear me, I laugh a little longer.

Also, I'm optimistic and hopeful for the future. My 29th birthday was Monday, and all day, all I could think about was how next year, I will spend my birthday with my amazing husband and this perfect baby boy of ours. Lots of people dread their 30th, but I know mine's gonna be awesome. Bring it.