Today I am 22 weeks and 5 days pregnant with baby number 4. It’s been such a better week health wise, and emotionally I’ve coped a lot better too. Ghostwriterdaddy was only away for two days this week and it’s surprising what a difference that makes. There are still days where I think I’d like to just stay in bed (where is that second trimester energy I remember so fondly?) and times where tears spring to my eyes for no reason too. Hormones. What’s the point?
This week I’ve really noticed the poppyseed making definite movements- at last! At the 20 week scan we discovered that my placenta is anterior, which means that most of the baby’s kicks are cushioned somewhat. So, knowing this, I know that I won’t necessarily feel all the kicks as much just yet. But that doesn’t stop me wondering and worrying. Thank you so much to everyone that took the time to reassure me this week!
Right now the poppyseed (according to What to Expect) is the size of a spaghetti squash. Um. No idea. You can’t get them here in the UK. So in a bid to find a suitable comparison… let’s say the poppyseed is the size of a papya. Nope, still not sure how big that is. Let’s say a corn on the cob. Yes, really. It’s around 8 inches long and weighs approximately 1lb. Wow. Loving the fruit and veg comparisons actually. The baby now has eyebrows and eyelashes and may even have hair on the head. The baby can perceive light and dark. Can hear my voice. My heartbeat. My stomach gurgling. Life going on outside and inside of me. Life.
And as the baby grows, so do I. This week’s bump photo amazed me in truth. I wasn’t prepared to look so… pregnant. But I do. It’s true.