It’s so funny how we think about time as we age. When we are four years old we cannot wait to tell everyone when we are four and a half! When we are 12, at least as a girl, it’s the most amazing feeling to turn 13 and finally be called a teenager. Other milestones include 18, 21 and maybe 30. We then start repeating. You know what I’m talking about. We all have that friend who has been 34 for at least three years!
I, personally, never paid much attention to time until I heard the song, “Seasons of Love” – five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes. It was fascinating to me to think of a year in that way. In 2012 my year was measured in loss. In 2014 I remember my life of friends. 2016, the year was definitely measured in love.
And now today, I am constantly speaking in terms of how many weeks and days Addison is. At six weeks we heard her heartbeat. The most beautiful sound I have ever heard. Both Dorian and I cried. It was such a special day. At 10 weeks we had a full anatomy scan. Two arms, two legs, her organs were developing accordingly. Day by day I wondered if everything was ok. Am I eating the right things, doing the right things? What is supposed to be the most amazing experience a woman can have is actually an anxiety ridden exercise of just getting to the next day.
My baby at 21 Weeks- she’s about 11 inches long and 14 ounces in weight. According to the app, theBUMP, she’s as big as an endive. According to Nurture she is the size of a pomegranate. Her arms and legs are finally in proportion, neurons are now connected between the brain and muscles, and cartilage throughout the body is turning to bone. It’s also been suggested that I eat some carrots this week if I want Addy to have a taste for them. Apparently the flavor of amniotic fluid differs from day to day, depending on what I’ve eaten and now that the baby is swallowing this fluid everyday, she will be getting a virtual taste of-and a taste for-whatever is on the menu.
So with about 130 days to go, or one hundred eighty seven, two hundred minutes, I wait the joyful yet still anxious anticipation for her arrival.
-Rookie Mom 2017
Becoming Addison 