The beginning of week 17 brought on the startling realization that we are almost halfway there. In a little more than the time we've known we're expecting, our little man cub will be here.
Several other things happened this weekend--over night, I went from looking like I'd been eating too many cheeseburgers to looking...well, pregnant. Then on Sunday, my normal jeans (which I've been able to wear up until this point) refused to button. I am officially in maternity clothes territory.
Lastly, I've been reading for several weeks now that I shouldn't be laying flat on my back for extended periods. I haven't had much of a problem with that, since I'm not a back sleeper. Last night I was badly propped up in bed on my back, and my legs started to tingle and fall asleep. I guess they weren't kidding when they said the uterus pressed on important nerves. Yikes.
If you open your palm and look at the space from the tip of your pinky to the tip of your thumb, you'll see how big baby boy is this week. Or, for those of you enjoying the trip down the grocery aisle, the size of an onion. His fingers, which have been moving for a little while, now have his individual fingerprints on them. Now he's officially one of a kind.
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