I told my boss about Scout today. I also told her that I don’t plan on letting the world know until Dan and I get back from vacation in late April.
According to BabyCenter.com, here’s what’s going on with Scout this week:
This week's major developments: The nose, mouth, and ears that you'll spend so much time kissing in eight months are beginning to take shape. If you could see into your uterus, you'd find an oversize head and dark spots where your baby's eyes and nostrils are starting to form. His emerging ears are marked by small depressions on the sides of the head, and his arms and legs by protruding buds. His heart is beating about 100 to 160 times a minute — almost twice as fast as yours — and blood is beginning to course through his body. His intestines are developing, and the bud of tissue that will give rise to his lungs has appeared. His pituitary gland is forming, as are the rest of his brain, muscles, and bones. Right now, your baby is a quarter of an inch long, about the size of a lentil bean.
Here’s what they say about what’s going on with me:
You may find yourself developing a bit of a split personality — feeling moody one day and joyful the next. Unsettling as this is (especially if you pride yourself on being in control), what you're going through is normal. Ricocheting emotions are caused partly by fluctuating hormones. But hormones aside, your life is about to change in a big way — and who wouldn't feel emotional about that?
Heh. Lucky for me, I don’t pride myself on being in control. My emotions have always been a bit of a wildly swinging pendulum. It should be extra-exciting since I’ve been off Prozac for about a week now, and it takes about two weeks for it to get out of my system completely.
I’m lucky I have such a good husband.
This morning I’m feeling very queasy. I haven’t thrown up yet, but I feel like I could. I just keep getting that gaggy feeling, like I’m about to throw up.
I also feel a little depressed. I guess that’s not surprising, considering all that’s happened in the past week, plus the fact that the Prozac is wearing off. But I think the shock of Scout is starting to wear off, to be replaced by a general feeling of “Oh, shit.”
So, that’s the start of Week 6. I’m so depressed I just want to go home and sleep. If I’m even more depressed after a few more days, I’ll call the doctor and see about getting back on the anti-depressants.