8 weeks and counting

so this is a picture of my baby at 7 weeks. yes, i am already behind with the updated photos and the baby isn't even born yet.

today however officially marks the eighth week of joy and exhaustion. tomorrow greg and i will have another photo shoot with Dr. Chin.

last week the amazing nurses at Dr. Chin's office let me come in for a free ultrasound-it was perfect though, they get to file it away to keep up their ultrasound license and i got a sneak peak and my growing baby.

this one was the coolest, because you could actually see a bend in the baby. a head, a tail, and paddles for hands. it had grown to 15 mm and the sac its floating in had grown to a whopping 21 mm.

now i am a weird one, because i am fascinated with my insides. she showed me my ovaries, measuring them-congratulating me on having beautiful ones. and of course, i thanked her. well, what are you supposed to say. i secretly wanted pictures of them as well, but was afraid to ask. plus, you all don't really want to see them (even though they really do look fabulous).

i can't wait til tomorrow morning, to see those paddles into hands-to see our kidney bean growing bigger and bigger. by then, the baby should be about 21 to 22 mm in size.

meanwhile, this pill-popping, diet-starving mama needs food. i know that trying to avoid diabetes and miscarriage are at the root of all this work-so i am more than willing to play along. but mama needs cheetos. mama needs oreos and milk. mama needs a kettle donut, STAT. i guess that does mean i am addicted to carbs. i don't know many people who aren't though. bread is everywhere. carbs are in EVERYTHING. yesterday i tried to rationalize to myself how many bricks out of a hershey bar with almonds i could have to keep the carbs under 10.

instead i figured out that i could have 32 baked cheetos-and stay within a normal expected guideline of snacking. 32 baked cheetos sounded better than 8 bricks of a chocolate bar.
and i was so proud of myself-that i had less than 32.

it is weird to think that now i am only a few weeks away from hearing a heart beat. it felt like forever ago-when i was five weeks and he said wait another five weeks and that blob on the screen will actually be detectable by sound.

i just feel really lucky. hungry, but still very lucky. 8 weeks and counting...what a miracle.


proof that i am pregnant : i am starving. literally everything sounds good. except eggs. just the thought of an egg...well...nevermind. and i am exhausted. not that i am doing anything to create the exhaustion. i simply start something, and then have zero energy to finish it. i think my couch hates me, or at the very least its sick of me.