Your adorable little fetus is busy with thumb sucking, toe wiggling, and (not so cute but equally amazing) making urine and breathing amniotic fluid as the liver, kidneys and spleen continue to develop. Lanugo (thin, downy hair) is growing all over the body for warmth.
Your fetus is forming teeth and vocal cords... savor this, their non-functional phase. Baby is approaching normal proportions, with a head now only one third the size of the body. Intestines are in the process of moving from the umbilical cord to baby's tummy. (Much more convenient.)
Disappointing.
I was expecting a cheerful and enthusiastic doctor to congratulate us for having successfully created a miracle of life. Nah. Dr. Q just asked for my LMP (Last Menstrual Period) and informed us when the baby is due. Asked me to have some lab tests, and gave me prescription for my vitamins. She said I was going to give birth on the last week of July.
Boring. No connection.
I didn’t feel comfortable with the doctor and I could not envision myself to be under Dr. Q’s knife. So, I’m thinking of going to another doctor soon.
Week 1: Week where last AF started.
Week 2: DTD. OV.
Week 3: Some signs showing up but I didn’t really mind because they also felt like signs of AF coming. Tender and heavy BBs.
Week 4: I bought a lot of pads because I felt like AF was coming, big time.
Week 5: Some signs of AF coming, but I’m a bit bothered why it’s delayed…thought I was sick or something’s wrong with my system. When I told my friend about it, she told me to by a HPT. She bought one for me… we tested and it was a big fat POSITIVE.
My eyes were fixed on the test pack from the time I dropped pee samples until the lines became red. Two red lines… and my future flashed so fast in my mind, I could see where my life was going now. I found direction. I found hope, a sparkle of light at the end of the tunnel. I’m going to be a mommy!