I almost missed the big milestone of the week: we're officially viable!
At 24 weeks, a baby who is born prematurely has up to a 70% chance of survival outside the womb. That's an incredible stat, given that this was unheard of just 30 years ago.
This also means that I am 2/3 of the way through my pregnancy and as of July 1, I'll be in my third trimester and 7th month.
Some good things: I'm used to the boob jokes, the comments about how small my bump is, the "are you sure there's a baby in there?" -- all of it because it doesn't bug me anymore. I'm like a sea lion coated in oil, letting it all roll off. (Well, except when Cigna Healthy Babies calls and the first question from the survey lady is "how much do you weigh now?" Gotta love it but whatever, I get a free hospital-grade breast pump. Thanks, Obama!)
I'm about to see some big changes to my maternal profile and I can't wait to waddle into yoga class and prove that yes, I have been prenatal for the past three months and not just lazy. My uterus is supposedly the size of a soccer ball (yeah, ok) and this baby is approaching acorn squash status. I don't think she's going to be exceptionally large but I absolutely know she's going to be long...and active. Our car seat says it fits an infant up to 30 inches and given that I was over 22 inches long at birth and so was my husband, I bet she lasts 6 months max in her carrier.
No comments:
Post a Comment