14 weeks.

Dear bean in my belly,

Today you are 12 weeks old and I am 14 weeks pregnant. You are as big as a lemon. You can now squint, frown, grimace, pee, grasp, and suck your thumb. Your body is now growing faster than your head, so you will be in perfect proportion soon, little bean. Your arms are stretching out, too, but your legs are still a little stubby. You're starting to develop an ultra-fine, downy covering of hair, called lanugo, that will protect you and keep you warm for the remainder of your stay in my womb.

Everyone and everything says that the second trimester (of which this was the first week) would be better than the first, but so far no change, little bean. I seem to be over the worst of the vomiting, but that doesn't mean I still don't feel like doing it or even sort of wish that I would. Since all I feel like doing is laying around and moaning, it's becoming increasingly hard to stay on top of things at work and at home, which is frustrating and discouraging. Little bean, I love you more than I thought I would love something that isn't really real yet, but you sure are hard work! (I bet you'll be worth it, though...)

Love,
Suzanne