Baby is the size of a spaghetti squash this week. I recently learnt in the news that there was a baby born at 22 weeks who is now doing incredibly well – the youngest surviving prem!
What’s happening to baby this week?
Can you believe baby is (on average) around 1lb in weight and the size of a spaghetti squash! Baby is even starting to look like a miniature newborn with lips, eyelids, and eyebrows becoming more distinct. Babies eyes have formed, but the irises (the colored part of the eye) still lack pigment.
The reality: How have I been feeling this week?
This week has been a fall out from the last few weeks spent on holiday, which were a mixture of relaxing and hectic. A part of me feels super tired after being after and in the warm, not having to put up with the daily humdrum, and another part of me feels better rested and less stressed.
I have to report that the dreaded morning sickness has reared it’s ugly head (in fact it started at 20 weeks) and I have had a few mornings where I have had violent sickness and a one rather unpleasant evening on holiday too. Surprisingly I never had this with either pregnancy before after around 14-16 weeks. Fortuitously once I have been ill it seems to pass, and is confined to the mornings and that one exclusive evening! One thing that I am really suffering with, and it springs up at any time of day, sometimes all day, is indigestion. It’s appalling and will burn right from the stomach up the throat… this baby best arrive with hair long enough to plait!
Cravings.
I think thanks to the stomach acid all cravings seem to have disappeared, really I still love my chilli and noodles but I can’t stomach the thought of eating much when I have such discomfort.
The bad, adorable and downright funny.
Funny:
My ever lovely husband watching me trying to pull my maternity jeans up and playing Jason Derulo ‘Wiggle wiggle’ on his phone. The lyrics ‘How’d you fit all that in them jeans’ did not amuse me, but seemed to amuse him!
Adorable:
Reuben is really talking to everyone about baby now, friends and family, random strangers and teachers are all given a full explanation as to the fact that Mummy has a baby in her tummy. Thank God he cleared that up for them, I would hate them to think I was just tubby.
Bad:
The indigestion. It’s truly a killer and will not seem to disappear, despite the gaviscon and everything else I’ve tried.
Harriet x
