Remember when the alien pops out of that dude's stomach in the movie ALIEN? Yeah, I do too. This is what I learned about my insides today, thanks to this neat little website called babycenter.com. Not that I believe I have an alien inside me. In fact, I know I don't. I saw the ultrasound pics and it is indeed a human. Thank God!
"Your baby is really starting to fill up your uterus. This week he or she weighs almost 2 pounds and is about 14.4 inches long with his legs extended. He or she can now open and close his eyes, and he sleeps and wakes at regular intervals. He may suck his fingers, and although his lungs are still immature, they would be capable of functioning — with assistance — if he were to be born prematurely. Chalk up any rhythmic movement you may be feeling to a case of baby hiccups, which may be common from now on." babycenter.com
Well, I'm glad to hear that the baby is sleeping at regular intervals, because at least someone should be. I most definitely am not. It has gotten to the point that my husband moves himself to the guest room around 2 am because he can't sleep while I'm attempting to do a downward facing dog or childs pose on our bed. (yoga move, for those of you who don't know. I'm adding this because I can just see my mother reading, "downward facing dog" and wondering what kind of weird stuff I'm into. Don't worry mom, it's a yoga pose.) I can't blame him. I mean, I'm up to use the bathroom every 30 minutes, and I sigh and moan every time I attempt to roll over in bed. The poor man is up all night at work running fire and EMS calls, so when he's off, he needs his sleep.
Separate bedrooms? Isn't that supposed to happen later on in a marriage? I guess we've hit that benchmark early. What can I say... we're overachievers!
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