13 weeks.

Dear bean in my belly,

Yesterday I turned 13 weeks pregnant; you are 11 weeks old. The website I normally consult tells me you are as big as a medium shrimp, but the thought of comparing you to a creepy crawly ocean creature/seafood seriously skeeves me out, so I'm going with website #2 which says you are the size of a small peach. (Although, I'm guessing they haven't seen the size of the peaches we grow here in the San Joaquin Valley, little bean.) Much nicer, yes?

My favorite development this week: fingerprints! The thought of your teeny-tiny-practically-too-small-to-even-exist fingerprints are almost too much for me to take.

This week has been puke city, little bean. Dr. Baby says I should be feeling some relief soon, but I'm afraid that things are heading in the other direction. Literally. (And I'll spare you the details.)

But it's all worth it, little bean. On Tuesday we saw you and heard your heartbeat again. We could see your head, your spine, your ear, your arms, and your legs. You were kicking and punching and flip-flopping around so much that it was difficult to keep track of all your parts or get a good picture. I can't believe how active you are, little bean! It's so strange to know that you are jumping around in there but I can't feel you yet. Seeing all your moving parts present and accounted for made you more real to us, little bean.

Love,
Suzanne