My sweet Piccolini,
You are 7 weeks old today! You weigh no more than a chocolate chip, and you still have a tail (!!!) but you are also beginning to form a digestive tract, lungs, nostrils, hands and feet, and a bump of a mouth. The liver, tongue, and lenses of your eyes are forming too. There are beds for your tiny fingernails, and the buds of teeth are forming in your gums. Your nerve channels and muscles are connecting, and you can wiggle and bounce around when the cells communicate! In a few months, when you’re a bit bigger, I’ll be able to feel those involuntary movements too.
This week you’ve made me feel more exhausted than I’ve ever been IN MY LIFE. More tired than after the two 100-mile bike rides I’ve completed, and more tired than after staying awake into the wee hours of the morning studying or working in the architecture studio in college. By 9am, you make me feel like I need a nap. Growing a baby is hard work! Today you even made me turn off my alarm in my sleep and I overslept. Ok, that might not have been your fault, but it happened anyway, and I blame you!
You’ve also turned me into a different person in terms of my eating habits. I used to eat 90% vegetables; I was a total health nut. Now all I want to eat is cereal, salty rice cakes and cheddar crackers. If I don’t eat every hour or so, or even think about eating vegetables, you make me feel pukey! Once you are out of my tummy we are going to have a long talk about how important it is to eat vegetables, since it seems that you don’t like them very much right now.
Despite the nausea and exhaustion, I am happier than I’ve ever been. You are worth every minute of it. I look at my growing stomach in the mirror every day and can’t wait for the day that I have a round, little baby bump so I can show you off.
I love you more than I ever thought possible, my little blueberry.
P.S. THANK YOU for making sure you had a nice strong heartbeat at our ultrasound on Monday. You made Mama very happy! I cried happy tears just to know you were alive. In fact, I’m crying again writing this letter. Your Daddy will tell you that’s a change in me too… I usually never cry. But you, my little Piccolini, have already changed me for the better.