That’s Live Baby Check. And, check! Holy crap it really looked like a baby on the screen today. I’m trying to use that word a lot…in writing at least. I still find it hard to say out loud. Babybabybabybabybaby. I am having a hard enough time believing I’m really and truly actually pregnant (another word I struggle to use), and I know that at least 98% or so of the population naturally associates the word pregnant with the word baby, but damn I am blocked on that when I am myself the subject of sentences containing those words. Don’t get me wrong, I am stupidly happy after these ultrasounds every week, but even right after seeing the baby (BABYBABYBABYBABY) on the screen I sort of feel like I’m overwhelmingly happy…for somebody else, or something. Hard to describe, I guess. I am choosing to believe that my brain will catch up in plenty of time…or at least in the nick of time.
Anyway, yes. I’m nine weeks, five days today, and Cletus the Peanut measures 9w6d – a whole day ahead. Which is awesome, so long as it stays that way. I don’t know exactly how much variability in growth rate is normal, if any, but I would be unsettled to next time then measure right on or a day behind. Whatever, I guess I shouldn’t worry about a hypothetical. For now, all is grand. Heart rate is 172 beats per minute, and we saw him/her moving around again. Even rolled over and faced us at one point. From that view we could clearly make out the head/face (not features or anything, of course, but still) and the forearms crossed over the chest. So surreal. Crown-to-rump length is 29.7 mm, so in theory somewhere between this and this. By that measure, we are officially in fetus territory. Wow.
I do want to touch on some cluster of cells/embryo/fetus/baby distinction/semantics stuff…but that needs to be another post, another day. Hoping today’s dose of reassurance will lead to sleeping like a rock, maybe even for more than the measly six hours I’ve managed to get lately when I’m lucky. Also hoping that I will look back at that sentence come mid-summer and laugh at how spoiled I am right now.