Well, I have completed a week and a half of bed rest now, and my BP seems to be improving with the rest and medication. I fully hope to make it to 37 weeks now. 39 would be better, yes, but at least at 37 she'd be full term. My swelling is completely gone, and I have been monitoring my BP at home too. It runs right around 120/70, so that's much improved.
I went to UIC this week, and told the doc that I was on bedrest and meds for the blood pressure and she asked who put me on them. I told her it was Dr. A, and she said she had no idea that I was seeing another OB. What??? After a long conversation, I figured that had I been seeing her once every 6 weeks (like I should have been) then I would have two more weeks of sick time. I was furious. I had to keep seeing her twice a month because whoever entered my info in the computer (the info from the lost referrals, ironically) entered me as a total transfer of care. it says right on the ottom of the paper NOT a total transfer.
So I don't have to go back there for a month, and am very happy about that! When I do go back, I will get my first growth u/s, and find out just how big she is!
Here's what's going on inside this week, according to the bump.
Wow! Can you believe baby has eyelashes at 26 weeks? And she’s amping up to start batting them soon. At this point, it probably feels like this baby (who you haven’t even met yet) has taken over your life. She’s interfering with your sleep. She’s messing with your brain. (Forget much?) She might even be giving you a stress headache or two. It’s normal to be experiencing some mild swelling, but around week 26, it’s important to watch out for swelling severe or sudden -- it could be the sign of a dangerous condition called preeclampsia. Notice your belly occasionally feeling really tight? That’s a contraction. Yup, already. Don’t freak out though -- your body is just practicing some tightening in preparation for labor. As long as the contractions aren’t steady or severe, you’re not in labor.
Your baby's the size of a head of lettuce!
She's still growing in the 13.6- to 14.8-inch and 1.5- to 2.5-pound range, and developing her senses, features and talents!
your baby at 26 weeks
Her eyes are forming, and his eyes will soon start to open.
And her eyelashes are now grown, too.
She's getting her immune system ready for life on the outside by soaking up your antibodies.
She's taking breaths, too. They're of amniotic fluid, not air, but it's still good practice.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
25 weeks- eggplant
Here's what's going on inside this week:
You’re 25 weeks pregnant and it’s probably dawned on you that soon you’ll actually have to deliver this baby. (A little scary, but exciting!) What’s cool is that most hospitals will let you preregister, which means you can put in your paperwork early, so the day you go into labor, you don’t have to stand around filling out a bunch of forms before you get admitted. Maybe you’re getting nervous about delivery, or maybe it’s your haywire hormones, but you might start to have trouble sleeping around week 25. This is a common complaint of many moms-to-be. Some people will tell you that’s just your body’s way of prepping you for sleepless nights with baby, but those comments won’t help you get the rest you need! Experiment with different strategies for getting some sleep. One idea is to drink extra water early in the day, so you can start tapering off your intake as you get closer to bedtime. That way, you might need less bathroom breaks during the night and can keep sleeping. After all, now that baby’s crowding your bladder, you’ve got to pee. A lot.
Your baby's the size of an eggplant!
During month six, the average fetus measures about 13.6 inches to 14.8 inches and weighs about 1.5 to 2.5 pounds.
your baby at 25 weeks
She's enjoying her new sense of equilibrium -- she now knows which way is up and which is down.
She's growing more fat and more hair too!
You’re 25 weeks pregnant and it’s probably dawned on you that soon you’ll actually have to deliver this baby. (A little scary, but exciting!) What’s cool is that most hospitals will let you preregister, which means you can put in your paperwork early, so the day you go into labor, you don’t have to stand around filling out a bunch of forms before you get admitted. Maybe you’re getting nervous about delivery, or maybe it’s your haywire hormones, but you might start to have trouble sleeping around week 25. This is a common complaint of many moms-to-be. Some people will tell you that’s just your body’s way of prepping you for sleepless nights with baby, but those comments won’t help you get the rest you need! Experiment with different strategies for getting some sleep. One idea is to drink extra water early in the day, so you can start tapering off your intake as you get closer to bedtime. That way, you might need less bathroom breaks during the night and can keep sleeping. After all, now that baby’s crowding your bladder, you’ve got to pee. A lot.
Your baby's the size of an eggplant!
During month six, the average fetus measures about 13.6 inches to 14.8 inches and weighs about 1.5 to 2.5 pounds.
your baby at 25 weeks
She's enjoying her new sense of equilibrium -- she now knows which way is up and which is down.
She's growing more fat and more hair too!
Top of the World to the bottom... and back?
This was a long week and for as many times that I thought about writing this, I just couldn't do it. I was far too scared to. I went Tuesday for my regular checkup with Dr. A. I told him that I was starting to have some swelling in my feet, which I didn't have with Nathaniel. Well, unfortunately, when they checked my BP, it was high. Combine that with the swelling and it gets scary. The swelling wasn't limited to my feet, as I had thought it was, but went pretty much up to my knees. He started talking about steroids to help the baby's lung development and hospitalization. I was told I would be on bedrest until Veronica is born. I burst into tears and told him I couldn't do that because we would lose our house. Dr. A. gave me a hug and said that he wasn't taking that lightly but there were other things I had to consider.
He told me that if I didn't, chances were good that not only would I lose Veronica, but Pat and Nathaniel as well... as in I would die. It definitely didn't make me stop crying, but it certainly does put things into perspective. I swore to always protect Nathaniel from whatever I could, and if that means sitting here for the next 3 months, then that's what I have to do.
I called in to work Tuesday night and told them I would be out the rest of the week, because at that point we were still hoping that the high BP reading was a fluke.
I had to go back in Wednesday morning for another BP check. It was 136/90. Much too high. I was sent to the lab for blood work and a 24 hour urine catch (to see if there was protein in my pee- and indicator of pre-E) and to the readiology department for a BPP to see how well Veronica is developing. I was also given a prescription for high blood pressure medication.
SO I went to the radiology department first, because that's usually the longest wait. I was right. I was there for about an hour total, but Veronica was moving and rolling all around, as usual. The tech said that everything was looking good, and showed me her foot, toes and one of her hands, which she said were huge with very long fingers. I wish I would've remembered to ask how big she was, and how much she weighed.
Next to the lab to have my blood drawn. I guess there's some level of chemicals that they can check for in the blood to see if your turning pre-eclamptic. Same with the pee.
After that, I got to leave. I drove to school, to say goodbye to my class and to let the boss know what was going to happen. When I got there, he had just opened his email (I emailed him the night before because I didn't want to talk about it. Well, more like I couldn't talk about it.) So I told him I'd be gone for the rest of the year. Then I went to say goodbye to my class.
I never expected the response I got from them. (Well, ok, most of them anyway.) They were separated. the boys were in the classroom with the sub they hate, and when I told them I wouldn't be back, one said "Ok, bye." but the rest were genuinely upset. While I was gathering some stuff from my desk, they made me a little poster and they all signed it. It was quite sweet. Then I headed to the library to say good bye to the girls. I told them and they started sobbing. I mean like opening weeping. I was so touched, but I told them that they could visit me in the fall and find me on facebook to get updates as to how I am doing. (By the time I got home, I had two friend requests. I am now up to 5.) I was really surprised at their reactions.
After that, it was on to Walgreens to get my meds and then home. I got a chance to nap for about 45 minutes, and then I had to go get Nathaniel. I talked with the director of his school about what options I have for reducing our tuition. She was very willing to work with us, and for that I am truly grateful. I can't keep him home, because there's no way that I could actually rest then. I want him to go to school so that he has normality and consistency, and will still have his friends and teachers. So she offered us 9 am to 2:30 pm for five days, which will save us about $100 a week. This way I can still rest and he can still have school.
Thursday I stayed in the chair pretty much all day, but the meds I am taking for the BP make me so doggone tired. I napped quite a bit, and then woke up to take my pee to the hospital. (I had inadvertently made asparagus for dinner Wednesday night, too bad for the person that opened up that jug!)
Friday morning, I dropped Nathaniel off at school adn went back in to the doctor. My blood pressure was high again, but my pee was negative for urine, which I was hoping meant that I could go home instead of being admitted to the hospital. I went into the room to wait for the doc and wait I did. They let me sit for a half hour. Then Dr. A. came in and took my BP again. 125/75. I knew then that I would be allowed to go back home to bedrest. My pee catch was negative for proteins and my blood work was fine. I told him that we had been able to work out some things financially so that I could stay at home, and I told him that I would do whatever I needed to in order to avoid being stuck in prison... I mean the hospital. (There would be no one to take care of Nathaniel.)
So now, I am at home hoping to make it 69 more days before Veronica is born. That would take me to 35 weeks. She would still be very early, but I'd rather then than earlier. 35 weeks would be June 1st. I would much rather go longer, but I will take what I am given. I want to make it to at least 30 weeks if possible. I don't want to have a micropreemie (she only weighs at most a pound and a half). I know that God won't give us more than we can handle, but I am just trying to process all this that's going on now. God willing, we make it to mid June or the end of it without incident.
So now, we wait.
He told me that if I didn't, chances were good that not only would I lose Veronica, but Pat and Nathaniel as well... as in I would die. It definitely didn't make me stop crying, but it certainly does put things into perspective. I swore to always protect Nathaniel from whatever I could, and if that means sitting here for the next 3 months, then that's what I have to do.
I called in to work Tuesday night and told them I would be out the rest of the week, because at that point we were still hoping that the high BP reading was a fluke.
I had to go back in Wednesday morning for another BP check. It was 136/90. Much too high. I was sent to the lab for blood work and a 24 hour urine catch (to see if there was protein in my pee- and indicator of pre-E) and to the readiology department for a BPP to see how well Veronica is developing. I was also given a prescription for high blood pressure medication.
SO I went to the radiology department first, because that's usually the longest wait. I was right. I was there for about an hour total, but Veronica was moving and rolling all around, as usual. The tech said that everything was looking good, and showed me her foot, toes and one of her hands, which she said were huge with very long fingers. I wish I would've remembered to ask how big she was, and how much she weighed.
Next to the lab to have my blood drawn. I guess there's some level of chemicals that they can check for in the blood to see if your turning pre-eclamptic. Same with the pee.
After that, I got to leave. I drove to school, to say goodbye to my class and to let the boss know what was going to happen. When I got there, he had just opened his email (I emailed him the night before because I didn't want to talk about it. Well, more like I couldn't talk about it.) So I told him I'd be gone for the rest of the year. Then I went to say goodbye to my class.
I never expected the response I got from them. (Well, ok, most of them anyway.) They were separated. the boys were in the classroom with the sub they hate, and when I told them I wouldn't be back, one said "Ok, bye." but the rest were genuinely upset. While I was gathering some stuff from my desk, they made me a little poster and they all signed it. It was quite sweet. Then I headed to the library to say good bye to the girls. I told them and they started sobbing. I mean like opening weeping. I was so touched, but I told them that they could visit me in the fall and find me on facebook to get updates as to how I am doing. (By the time I got home, I had two friend requests. I am now up to 5.) I was really surprised at their reactions.
After that, it was on to Walgreens to get my meds and then home. I got a chance to nap for about 45 minutes, and then I had to go get Nathaniel. I talked with the director of his school about what options I have for reducing our tuition. She was very willing to work with us, and for that I am truly grateful. I can't keep him home, because there's no way that I could actually rest then. I want him to go to school so that he has normality and consistency, and will still have his friends and teachers. So she offered us 9 am to 2:30 pm for five days, which will save us about $100 a week. This way I can still rest and he can still have school.
Thursday I stayed in the chair pretty much all day, but the meds I am taking for the BP make me so doggone tired. I napped quite a bit, and then woke up to take my pee to the hospital. (I had inadvertently made asparagus for dinner Wednesday night, too bad for the person that opened up that jug!)
Friday morning, I dropped Nathaniel off at school adn went back in to the doctor. My blood pressure was high again, but my pee was negative for urine, which I was hoping meant that I could go home instead of being admitted to the hospital. I went into the room to wait for the doc and wait I did. They let me sit for a half hour. Then Dr. A. came in and took my BP again. 125/75. I knew then that I would be allowed to go back home to bedrest. My pee catch was negative for proteins and my blood work was fine. I told him that we had been able to work out some things financially so that I could stay at home, and I told him that I would do whatever I needed to in order to avoid being stuck in prison... I mean the hospital. (There would be no one to take care of Nathaniel.)
So now, I am at home hoping to make it 69 more days before Veronica is born. That would take me to 35 weeks. She would still be very early, but I'd rather then than earlier. 35 weeks would be June 1st. I would much rather go longer, but I will take what I am given. I want to make it to at least 30 weeks if possible. I don't want to have a micropreemie (she only weighs at most a pound and a half). I know that God won't give us more than we can handle, but I am just trying to process all this that's going on now. God willing, we make it to mid June or the end of it without incident.
So now, we wait.
Friday, March 16, 2012
24 weeks and viable
Today marks an incredible milestone in the pregnancy- viability day. That means if, God forbid, Veronica was to be born any time now, she would more than likely survive. I don't want to test that theory in any way, but it is a comfort to know this. And, in 13 short weeks, she will be full term. That's a day that seems so far away but right around the corner at the same time. Beleive me when I say I know how truly blessed I am. I get to feel her kick me and jump around in there all day and night. Even though it sometimes causes me pain, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I am the luckiest person in the world.
So here's what's supposed to be going on inside this week, except I don't have to do the glucose tolerance test. No need to when I am already intolerant!
Drink up! Around 24 weeks, your doctor will order a Glucose Tolerance Test -- one of the more memorable prenatal tests -- to see if you’re at risk for gestational diabetes. Basically, the test is designed to see how your body processes sugar, so you’ll be asked to drink a cup of a sweet drink called Glucola (which reminded us of Gatorade) and then hang out for an hour. Once the hour is up, you’ll have your blood drawn and then it will be tested to see how your body has processed the sugar. You know what’s also sweet? Those movements and kicks you’ve been feeling. They seem to get stronger every week. At week 24, baby’s progress isn’t just about internal stuff, it’s about her looks too. With pinker, more opaque skin, she’s looking more and more, well, like a baby. You, on the other hand, are probably experiencing some of the discomforts of the later months of pregnancy at week 24 -- leg cramps, backaches, swollen feet. Hang in there, mama-to-be!
your baby's the size of a grapefruit!
Your 10.5-to-11.8-inch fetus weighs about 12.7 to 20.8 ounces and every week she gets closer and closer to being ready to survive (and thrive!) in the outside world.
your baby at 24 weeks
Her see-through skin is gradually becoming more opaque.
And it's got a new pink glow, thanks to the small capillaries that have recently formed.
So here's what's supposed to be going on inside this week, except I don't have to do the glucose tolerance test. No need to when I am already intolerant!
Drink up! Around 24 weeks, your doctor will order a Glucose Tolerance Test -- one of the more memorable prenatal tests -- to see if you’re at risk for gestational diabetes. Basically, the test is designed to see how your body processes sugar, so you’ll be asked to drink a cup of a sweet drink called Glucola (which reminded us of Gatorade) and then hang out for an hour. Once the hour is up, you’ll have your blood drawn and then it will be tested to see how your body has processed the sugar. You know what’s also sweet? Those movements and kicks you’ve been feeling. They seem to get stronger every week. At week 24, baby’s progress isn’t just about internal stuff, it’s about her looks too. With pinker, more opaque skin, she’s looking more and more, well, like a baby. You, on the other hand, are probably experiencing some of the discomforts of the later months of pregnancy at week 24 -- leg cramps, backaches, swollen feet. Hang in there, mama-to-be!
your baby's the size of a grapefruit!
Your 10.5-to-11.8-inch fetus weighs about 12.7 to 20.8 ounces and every week she gets closer and closer to being ready to survive (and thrive!) in the outside world.
your baby at 24 weeks
Her see-through skin is gradually becoming more opaque.
And it's got a new pink glow, thanks to the small capillaries that have recently formed.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Fetal Echocardiogram
So today we went to UIC for the baby's fetal echocardiogram. (An ultrasound of her heart to make sure it's developing properly.) Once again, they didn't have/couldn't find my referral. Thankfully I now carry it with me.
Anyway, my appointment was for 8:45 this morning. I was called back at 8:40 and then sat in the room until 9:23, when the doctor finally came in. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate going to UIC? So I spent the required 3 minutes with her, most of it her saying that no one told her I was there, and that the ultrasound techs had been looking for me, and then we were done.
So on we went to get the ultrasound. Baby girl was very uncooperative, which didn't surprise me one bit. She was quite active from 8:45 to 9:30, but I guess she got tired of waiting too. After some jiggling and gentle prodding, though, the tech was able to get all the measurements she needed. I waited for a few minutes for the pediatric cardiologist to look at the pictures. And then he came in the room.
"Her heart is perfect!" was all I heard. I started crying. He explained why they did the tests, as if I didn't already know, and I said "I know, I had one when I was pregnant with my son." Then he got on me about taking care of my diabetes when I wasn't pregnant and told me to lose weight. Because, yeah, it's just that easy.
He recommended South Beach for me. Wait, what? Weren't you here just to tell me that my baby girl's heart is fine? Yeah, so that was a fun lecture. I tried to explain to him that my primary doc doesn't really give a shit, because after 9 months of me telling her that my medication wasn't working she still wanteed to try the same thing.
I think after the baby is born, I will be looking for a new doctor. The cardiologist pretty much convinced me of that.
But all in all, her heart is great and I am thrilled. Pat was quite happy too, even though he couldn't go with. And I made it to work in time... which is amazing considering that I wasted 45 minutes in the office.
Have I mentioned how much I hate going there? I thought maybe I had...
Anyway, my appointment was for 8:45 this morning. I was called back at 8:40 and then sat in the room until 9:23, when the doctor finally came in. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate going to UIC? So I spent the required 3 minutes with her, most of it her saying that no one told her I was there, and that the ultrasound techs had been looking for me, and then we were done.
So on we went to get the ultrasound. Baby girl was very uncooperative, which didn't surprise me one bit. She was quite active from 8:45 to 9:30, but I guess she got tired of waiting too. After some jiggling and gentle prodding, though, the tech was able to get all the measurements she needed. I waited for a few minutes for the pediatric cardiologist to look at the pictures. And then he came in the room.
"Her heart is perfect!" was all I heard. I started crying. He explained why they did the tests, as if I didn't already know, and I said "I know, I had one when I was pregnant with my son." Then he got on me about taking care of my diabetes when I wasn't pregnant and told me to lose weight. Because, yeah, it's just that easy.
He recommended South Beach for me. Wait, what? Weren't you here just to tell me that my baby girl's heart is fine? Yeah, so that was a fun lecture. I tried to explain to him that my primary doc doesn't really give a shit, because after 9 months of me telling her that my medication wasn't working she still wanteed to try the same thing.
I think after the baby is born, I will be looking for a new doctor. The cardiologist pretty much convinced me of that.
But all in all, her heart is great and I am thrilled. Pat was quite happy too, even though he couldn't go with. And I made it to work in time... which is amazing considering that I wasted 45 minutes in the office.
Have I mentioned how much I hate going there? I thought maybe I had...
Monday, March 12, 2012
23 Weeks- Pomegranate
I went to a kids resale this weekend and got a lot of clothing for Veronica. Newborn up to 18 months, so I am feeling a little more prepared. I would like to have some more newborn stuff, but I will wait until I've had our first growth scan (around 30 weeks) to see how big they project her to be before buying more in a particular size.
I also go for our fetal echocardiogram tomorrow morning (Tuesday, as I am really late putting this entry up)and will probably write more about that and everything else that's floating around in my head after that is over. Some of it is just not pleasant and I am really trying to stay positive today, but it is really fucking hard for me today.
But on to my baby girl.
I don't know where the people who created this chart shop. I have never seen a pomegranate that was bigger than a canteloupe. And next week is a grapefruit? Really? I'd like to find this produce store... But here's what's going on developmentally, according to thebump.com
At 23 weeks, baby’s really getting ready for her big debut, listening in on what’s going on in the outside world. And you’re getting ready too. Just remember: While having the nursery painted and stocking it with diapers is important, there are some other pressing things you should have on your radar. Namely, financials. Around week 23 is a good time to call your and your partner’s insurance agent to check how you’re currently covered and decide what adjustments you’ll want to make for baby. You might also want to start thinking about writing a will, if you don’t have one, or updating your current one. How’s baby’s savings account going? If you’re like, “what savings account?” that’s okay. But decide whether or not you want to start one for her. One study found that kids who have their own savings account are more likely to go to college, and another one estimated the average cost of raising a baby until age 18 to be over $226,000. Whoa!
your baby's the size of a pomegranate!
At about 10.5 to 11.8 inches and about 12.7 to 20.8 ounces, baby's not just getting bigger, she's getting even cuter.
your baby at 23 weeks
She's forming little nipples (yeah, really!)
Her face is fully formed now -- she just needs a little extra fat to fill it out.
She's listening to your voice and your heartbeat -- and even to loud sounds like cars honking and dogs barking.
I also go for our fetal echocardiogram tomorrow morning (Tuesday, as I am really late putting this entry up)and will probably write more about that and everything else that's floating around in my head after that is over. Some of it is just not pleasant and I am really trying to stay positive today, but it is really fucking hard for me today.
But on to my baby girl.
I don't know where the people who created this chart shop. I have never seen a pomegranate that was bigger than a canteloupe. And next week is a grapefruit? Really? I'd like to find this produce store... But here's what's going on developmentally, according to thebump.com
At 23 weeks, baby’s really getting ready for her big debut, listening in on what’s going on in the outside world. And you’re getting ready too. Just remember: While having the nursery painted and stocking it with diapers is important, there are some other pressing things you should have on your radar. Namely, financials. Around week 23 is a good time to call your and your partner’s insurance agent to check how you’re currently covered and decide what adjustments you’ll want to make for baby. You might also want to start thinking about writing a will, if you don’t have one, or updating your current one. How’s baby’s savings account going? If you’re like, “what savings account?” that’s okay. But decide whether or not you want to start one for her. One study found that kids who have their own savings account are more likely to go to college, and another one estimated the average cost of raising a baby until age 18 to be over $226,000. Whoa!
your baby's the size of a pomegranate!
At about 10.5 to 11.8 inches and about 12.7 to 20.8 ounces, baby's not just getting bigger, she's getting even cuter.
your baby at 23 weeks
She's forming little nipples (yeah, really!)
Her face is fully formed now -- she just needs a little extra fat to fill it out.
She's listening to your voice and your heartbeat -- and even to loud sounds like cars honking and dogs barking.
Friday, March 2, 2012
22 weeks- Papaya
I am battling a sore throat and wicked cough, shared oh so lovingly from my angel boy who was home sick a few days this week. If I wasn't pregnant, I would've downed some dayQuil to get through the day, but I can't do that right now. I have no idea what I can take that is safe, so I am just miserable. However, hitting 22 weeks mean 2 things: 1) only 2 weeks until her viability day. That means if, God forbid, she was to be born, she'd have a better chance at living than not living. 2)Only 17 weeks max to go. Oh, that sounds nice.
I have just started the 6th month, and I am so ready to be done. But here's what's going on now.
During week 22, baby’s invading your space, which is why it might be tough to catch your breath and why your back might be killing you. Hey, as she grows, she may be expanding your belly so much (so fast) that you might have some stretch marks -- and you might even have a newfound “outtie”! What’s not so cool is that the stretch marks may never fade, but we promise they’ll fade in color after delivery. And your outtie will go back to an innie, we promise. As for sex, all these body changes, along with another fun one -- discharge! -- might be messing with your mojo, but some moms-to-be actually find they have an increase in libido around 22 weeks. That’s because your hormones are pretty much raging at this point. This is also a good time to schedule a maternity portrait session. You’ll want to aim for the third trimester -- but not so late that you risk going into labor before your appointment.
your baby's the size of a papaya!
During month five, the average fetus measures about 10.5 to 11.8 inches and weighs about 12.7 to 20.8 ounces.
your baby at 22 weeks
Now that he's got more developed eyes and lips, he's looking even more like a newborn.
He's sleeping in cycles -- about 12 to 14 hours per day (hint: they're probably those times you're not feeling any kicks!).
I have just started the 6th month, and I am so ready to be done. But here's what's going on now.
During week 22, baby’s invading your space, which is why it might be tough to catch your breath and why your back might be killing you. Hey, as she grows, she may be expanding your belly so much (so fast) that you might have some stretch marks -- and you might even have a newfound “outtie”! What’s not so cool is that the stretch marks may never fade, but we promise they’ll fade in color after delivery. And your outtie will go back to an innie, we promise. As for sex, all these body changes, along with another fun one -- discharge! -- might be messing with your mojo, but some moms-to-be actually find they have an increase in libido around 22 weeks. That’s because your hormones are pretty much raging at this point. This is also a good time to schedule a maternity portrait session. You’ll want to aim for the third trimester -- but not so late that you risk going into labor before your appointment.
your baby's the size of a papaya!
During month five, the average fetus measures about 10.5 to 11.8 inches and weighs about 12.7 to 20.8 ounces.
your baby at 22 weeks
Now that he's got more developed eyes and lips, he's looking even more like a newborn.
He's sleeping in cycles -- about 12 to 14 hours per day (hint: they're probably those times you're not feeling any kicks!).
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