Okay, so THIS is apparently the last week of the first trimester. The trimester gods must have changed the weeks on me because I could have sworn week twelve = the end. But no! I'm still in first-trimesterdom until Sunday. Neveerrrrending triiiiii-mester. La la la. La la la. La la laaaa.
The babies are three inches long this week and I feel like I'm already the size of a house (see above). I spoke to my OBGYN Kenobi about the fainting spells and light-headedness and he told me it's likely a blood-sugar issue so per his advice I've been eating six small meals a day (mainly fruit, cheese and hard boiled eggs, which are still my co-pilot and how interesting is this for you to hear? Probably not so much, but these posts are for posterity, they are).
You know how once you find out you're pregnant, everywhere you look another pregnant person appears magically from the fog? My life, in the last couple of weeks has turned into a Doublemint gum commercial. Deja hu...mans.
I had my third ultrasound on Thursday, which is my new favorite extracurricular activity. Hal has yet to come with me because of work so I get to come home with these blurry ultrasound pics and I'm like, "LOOK AT YOUR BABIES!" and he smiles and tells me exactly what I want to hear even though he obviously has no idea what he's looking at.
Next appointment, he'll come with me, hooray. In the meantime, here is our latest bab(ies) picture. That's Baby "B" on top with the huge head to body ratio. Cute profile, yes? (Just pretend like you can see a profile.) And Baby "A" on bottom with its back to us. (How adorable is its spine!)
The doctor says that if he was a betting man he'd bet one was a girl because he was able to get a good look at Baby B's goods and it wasn't very penis-y. I told him that if I was a betting woman, I'd wait a little longer. He says that in a month we should be able to know for sure.
Of course, a month in pregnant person time = decades.