Eggo is still preggo

My eggo is still preggo.

By the time this comes out. I should be about 12-12 weeks preggo. That means according to the baby center our baby is just over 1 1/2 inches long, about the size of a fig and is now almost fully formed. Her hands will soon open and close into fists, tiny tooth buds are beginning to appear under her gums, and some of her bones are beginning to harden. She has peach-fuzz hair beginning to grow on tender skin and the beginnings of fingernails. She's already busy kicking and stretching, but I wont be able to feel my baby's acrobatics for another month or two.

The news took several weeks to sink in, but I think it is all finally becoming real to me (only because I have to leave my pants unbuttoned when I sit for long periods of time and constantly don’t feel “right”). Cody is doing well and coming to grips with the impending life changes about to be imparted upon us. Poor guy didn’t see this coming from a mile away, but then again neither did I. He was out of town when I took the test. I went to the doctor, they confirmed the pregnancy and set up an ultrasound. So I had a few days to let the information settle. Cody came home on a Friday and was greeted with a ‘congratulations it’s a baby’ card and a cigar and a trip to the doctor’s office 2 hours later complete with me in a paper robe, stirrups and belly jelly. Now that a few weeks have passed he is talking about the baby more and more and I can tell he is really geering up for baby and hoping for a boy (we’ll see).