|Remember how it was 50 degrees just 4 days ago? It's 9 degrees today—the kind of cold that isn't even funny.|
This week, Celery is starting to shed his lanugo, and he'll replace it with regular body hair in a few weeks. His brain is getting wrinklier to make way for essential brain tissue, and his skin is getting smoother to make him look more human. Interesting fact: 90% of babies born during this week survive.
It should be a crime to be pregnant and feel this great. I'll never be able to relate to pregnant ladies who complain, because I truly have nothing to complain about. The only change I have to report is that my diamond ring has officially come off. Some evenings, it was pretty difficult to take off (I have to remove my rings at night, or I'll get a weird rash. This isn't related to being pregnant. I just think I'm allergic to my rings or something.), so I figured I'd rather take it off now than have to rush to the ER and get it cut off later. I can still wear my wedding band, though, because it's a fraction of a size larger than my engagement ring—so I don't have to look like an unwed mother just yet (not that there's anything wrong with that).
|Those weird blobs are snowflakes. And this angle is bad; I swear my belly is bigger than that. Or maybe the birdie on the front of my shirt is throwing everything off.|
Our elective 3D ultrasound is in 2 days, and we're really looking forward to it. Danny says he can't wait to see the look on my face when I learn that our baby looks just like him, not just like me, like I've been claiming since our 21-week ultrasound. We'll see. (Glad I married somebody cute, though.)