23 weeks. We are pretty sure our spawn is female. We even have a name picked out.
I am a big girl, and most people who look at me do not assume I am pregnant. I feel very pregnant. Especially when she decides to have a dance party in my uterus at 5am. Tonight, for the first time, she had hiccups. Oddly, I had them in tandem with her and it was a pretty miserable 5 minutes.
Recently I have been suffering the requisite sinus infection (which I hopefully caught before it progressed into pneumonia as I usually do). It has been interesting to be given so much differing advice and to be told by pretty much everyone that I am risking/hurting my child.
I always expected those who came before me to have advice and opinions. There is no truer saying in the world... opinions are like a--holes, everyone has one. Don't get me wrong. I love and appreciate advice and if I respect you as a person then I value your parenting opinion. However, if only it were evidence or behavioral based advice, not just random musings that make me second and triple guess every move I make. I am to the point I am almost hamstrung in fear.
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