Week 11

Well, I hit 11 weeks on Friday and the baby, who is now the size of a lime, must have hit a growth spurt. I hope that’s what it is anyway, because the other option is that the baby became very angry with me, and I’m not sure what I did to deserve it. I have been battling with food all weekend and the early part of this week. I tell you all that to tell you this…

I’m thankful. And I don’t want to ever, ever forget it. Grow baby, grow and be healthy and I’ll deal with your anger/growth the best I can…which admittedly is not always with as much grace as I’d like. 

My mom is coming up to visit tomorrow so that she can go with me to my 12 week ultrasound. This is the extra scan that’s being done to check for any genetic problems that the baby may have, so I’m super thankful she’s going to come with me. I’m hoping and praying and crossing my fingers and toes that it’s just another chance to see a beautiful healthy baby growing like a little…lime?

I was chatting with two of my friends/co-workers this afternoon and the topic of my students noticing/not noticing my pregnancy came up. It’s funny how a child’s current life experience totally dictates what they notice. Last year, I had a student who’s mom was pregnant when I found out that I was pregnant. She took one look at my ginger-ale and not feeling well and needing to sit down more and she asked me flat out, “Are you pregnant? My mom only started doing that stuff when she was pregnant.” I was probably 8 weeks pregnant at the time, maybe 9 weeks. This time around even when I’m running out of the classroom to the bathroom, coming back with wet paper towels to try to keep the back of my neck cold, missing all kinds of school for doctor’s appointments and wearing maternity clothes, oh yeah and the real kicker- the other teachers talk to me about the pregnancy in the hallway in front of my class….NOT A SINGLE KID HAS ASKED! Crazy.