This week, baby weighs in at around three pounds. About the same weight as a large head of lettuce.
We'll start with the good! Little Gabe got the hiccups this week. I have been waiting and waiting to feel these. I often wondered if it was happening, and I just wasn't recognizing it. But I kept hearing "You'll know it when you feel it!" Turns out, true. Not only could I feel them, but we could see my belly move with each hiccup. J and I were in bed, getting ready to turn in for the night (you know, the time of day when baby is crazy active, every day, without fail), so I wasn't surprised at all of the activity going on in there. But I suddenly realized that this movement was very rhythmic, and wasn't coming and going in spurts. So I laid there and watched. After a minute, I told J that I was pretty sure these were hiccups. He started watching too, and wholeheartedly agreed that it couldn't possibly be anything else. It was definitely cool. And definitely went on for a L.O.N.G. time. Poor guy. J felt bad for him that he couldn't seem to stop. We're hoping he didn't inherit his daddy's horrific hiccuping. (But if he did, rest assured- J will teach him the ninja breathing trick to get rid of them. You know, once he's here and can actually breathe and everything.)
Onto the bad: This was the week when I said goodbye to sleeping soundly and comfortably. I toss, and I turn, and I toss and I turn some more, desperately trying to find a position that is comfortable. I lay on my side, and for a brief moment, I think "Ahhh...this is comfortable." But ten seconds later, I realize that it's not. So I flip onto my back, and I think "Ahhh...this is comfortable." Ten more seconds pass, and I realize that alas, it is no longer comfy. This goes on for quite some time before I finally reach such a state of exhaustion that I pass out in whatever weird position my body is in at the time. But after a (usually short) time, I am awake, again struggling to put my body into some contortion that doesn't make me feel hurty. (Yes, I realize that hurty is not a word, however, I made it up and am using it, as I feel that it accurately describes my predicament. I'm just all...hurty.) The cycle continues all.night.long., until J comes in to wake me up, and I feel like crying because I feel as though I must have only gotten five minutes of sleep. Yes, I suppose this is my body's way of helping to prepare me for the sleepless nights ahead!
And now for the ugly: Nausea and morning sickness are officially back. Those ugly words speak for themselves.