One thing about teaching at a community college (instead of a traditional four-year college or university), is that many of my students are adults instead of teenagers or “young adults”: married, working (often at full-time hours), and often with children. One class had what I called “my three moms”, i.e. three students who were married with children. And one of them referred to the site, www.pregnancy.org
It’s really a cool site, especially for a new pregnant person as myself. What’s especially useful is the monthly and weekly calendar, in which one track the developing fetus during the 40 week standard gestational period. I’m at the 25th week, and if Daniel were to be born now — really important to me, as I’ve been paranoid about miscarriages, which is pretty normal for a first-time mom, as it turns out — he could survive, with neonatal intensive care. According to the site, Daniel’s
Baby weighs 1.68 lbs or 760 grams. Baby is 14.02 inches or 35.6 cm long.
And here is where I can see examples of ultrasounds of babies around the same gestational period as Daniel’s. It’s all pretty cool and a little overwhelming, to know Daniel’s all tucked around in me, developing like mad. I’m at the tail end of the second trimester — third trimester soon. My appetite’s still pretty crappy — feeling slightly queasy and nauseaus again, which makes crackers and Pedialyte look like regular items of my diet again (like it was in my first trimester).
Due date’s October 3, which is smack dab in the middle of the semester. Fortunately, I’ll have coverage for my five classes when I’m out on my six weeks leave. As my friends who have kids say to me, “Sleep? Who needs sleep?” I’ll be too busy, being a new mom, to worry about things like, oh, having a sparkling clean house. Or multi-course homemade meals.
Not that I have that *now* mind you. Heh. A household of busy academics doesn’t make the cover of Home and Garden any time soon.
Right now, I’m feeling frazzled and overwhelmed — behind on grading again, need to catch up — and this baked squash I’m eating for dinner tastes weird to me, even though I know it’s fine. Chalk it up to pregnancy hormones again.
Which reminds me: did I take my prenatal vitamins today? Or, as my mom students say, “mommy horsepills”. Yes, they are *huge* — I can’t take them (I take two — the vitamin pill and the omega-3 caplet) without some sort of liquid, like juice or milk. Water’s almost too thin.
One of the pregnancy books say that I should be kind of tired being pregnant by now, and I kind of feel that way — the due date can’t come fast enough. Sure, the backache and baby kicking my bladder and being sweaty hot as I sleep (even though the a/c’s on) are tiring, but really it’s because I’d like to see Daniel, be introduced to him.
Okay, he’s more than a figment, but it’s still a little unreal that there’s actually a bona fide baby in there.
Until he thumps my bladder and spleen, that is.
Okay, enough squash. Gag reflex is not conducive to happy eating.
Time for cocoa!
And back to my grading. Wheee…