Today I am 24 weeks and 5 days pregnant. A small milestone has been reached and the poppyseed is now considered viable. If labour were to begin and nothing could be done to stop it, technically this baby could survive. So much in that the doctors will work to save that tiny life. Each day from now is a step closer to something amazing.
This week the poppyseed is the size of a corn on the cob, and measures around 8.5 inches long. Weight is 1.5 lb and it is gaining six ounces per week. Everything is growing and fat is being laid, ready for a grand entrance in November. And, excitingly, the poppyseed’s face is now almost fully formed. With eyelashes, eyebrows and hair. It’s still so strange to think that all of this is happening inside, and not a thing is felt on the outside.
That’s not to say the kicks aren’t being felt.
After initial concern about baby’s movements, the poppyseed has decided to make up for lost time. Or maybe the placenta has moved? Who knows. All I know is that the kicks are getting stronger every day and the other night I even had a body part sticking out of the side of my belly!
I am two weeks into a medication free existence. This is actually quite huge for me, after believing that I would never feel even remotely normal again. But I do. I still suffer from nausea, especially in the evenings, but it is nothing like it was. And for small miracles I am grateful.