I have this iPhone app that alerts me every Thursday morning that I have started a new week of pregnancy. There is no need for the alert, really, as I obsessively read and reread every day’s tidbit, and I know at every moment of every day just what week and day I’m on. <\/p>\n
This week there is a little lime-sized thing in me. If all is still well, its bones are hardening, its tooth buds are forming, and its little fists are getting ready to start opening and closing and, hopefully, getting ready to be christened with good old-fashioned Irish nicknames some day. It is now technically a fetus and no longer an embryo. That’s a big upgrade, baby. But you still have a long time to go before you can rent a car.<\/p>\n
I’ve been feeling pretty okay lately. I took a couple of days off last week after the ultrasound to decompress a bit, and spent much of the time reading. So far this past month or so, I’ve knocked out What to Expect<\/i> (bleh), Dr. Sears’ The Pregnancy Book<\/i> (better), Naomi Wolf’s Misconceptions<\/i> (terrifying), and Ina May Gaskin’s Guide to Childbirth<\/i> (amazing), not to mention three thousand articles on various pregnancy\/parenting websites. <\/p>\n
I’m trying to eat well and stop reading horror stories on message boards. It’s interesting: When you have a mostly symptom-free pregnancy, you can instead just make yourself sick with worry. It’s hard to keep it in check when you have no good way of knowing what’s going on in there and you just have to wait until the next time someone can peek in there or listen with souped-up microphones. It necessitates a level of laid-backness that I have only ever dreamed about before. And that<\/i>, friends, lets you save your freakouts for the times when you’re shelling out cash to compensate for your worthless insurance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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