Window to Another World

When I thought of seeing Stowaway, I figured it would be one of two reactions.  Either I would sob uncontrollably, or I would have no tears and feel guilty later (it seems pregnancy has increased my anxieties).  I was completely unprepared for my actual reaction, which was the lump in my throat and a few silent tears sliding down the side of my face onto the paper covered table.  The sonographer first moved the wand to check my cervix and after what seemed like forever, my baby really came into view.  Flipping and tossing, arms and legs jabbing out like mine do when I’m trying to get comfortable in bed, Stowaway was making great use of the ample space that will eventually start to run out.  It was the best thing I have ever seen.  Our littlest cookie:

It’s crazy, because tonight we will see my mom and tell her.  Then, tomorrow, we will tell Mr. Cookie’s parents.  His sister finds out on Tuesday and my dad and J9 find out Saturday at my nephew’s birthday party.  Crazy.  I mean, it’s been so hush-hush for so long now and it seems almost naughty to let the cat out of the bag.  But the fact is, this is happening.  Depending on who you want to listen to, I am either in my second trimester today or I will be next Saturday (and based on my favorite book, I was last Saturday.  *shrug*). I have had no spotting.  I’m still throwing up regularly.  Baby is strong and looks really good.  I am past the most “dangerous” part of the pregnancy.

Stowaway is measuring two days ahead (big baby?).  This week, fingerprints start to form, which just seems like poor prioritizing to me when you figure s/he should really be worrying about that head/body ratio or, say, more brain development.  I’m just saying, it seems like the fingerprints could be a last minute task.  Clearly we need to hire a project manager for this baby!


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