16 weeks

Today I am 16 weeks along. Let's just say that all I want for my birthday (which is in five days, but who's counting?) is to not puke. Just for that one day. Is that asking too much?

I am a lot less sleepy now, which I'm thankful for. I've been managing to run errands without coming home in between for a recharge (see also: two hour long nap). I've gotten that pregnant-woman-sniffly-nose thing but don't mind it too much. After four consecutive months of vomiting my throat raw, there's not much that bothers me these days. I'm still speckled in acne like a teenager -- okay, who am I kidding? My teenager sister and her friends don't even have close to this much acne -- but learning to deal with it and focus on the bigger picture. The bigger picture, of course, being baby.

Baby is the size of an avocado this week. Not going to lie...when I read avocado, I thought, "guacamole!" From there, I sat here at the computer for a solid three minutes just salivating over thoughts of tacos...and am still fighting the urge to drive to Chipotle as fast as humanly possible. Mmm, Chipotle.

If Baby is a girl (which my gut still says HE isn't), her uterus is fully developed and the ovaries already hold primitive egg cells. Baby's skin is wrinkly and translucent, kind of like an old man's. Right now, all of his/her veins are visible underneath his/her skin. Baby's heart is also now pumping about 25 quarts of blood per day.

In the next couple of weeks, Baby will double in weight and add inches to his/her length. His/her ears are closer to their final position and his/her eyes have moved to the front of the face (well, that's a good thing).

I'm still going with my gut that Baby is a boy...though I'm in the minority. Still, the majority of my friends and family insist that Baby is a girl with only a handful of people joining me on "team blue." Do I have a preference? Absolutely not! I just can't wait to find out and start preparing Baby's nursery.