Congratulations, Scout. You've made big strides this week, from reptile to duck to human. And today you officially graduate from embryo to fetus. Here's what you look like right now. As shown by my added label, the "mother" in this picture is does not correspond to what I look like right now.
One thing I was thinking about last night: Little Scout is going to bring Sheltowee and me together like nothing else can. I mean, Sheltowee and I are already close (or course), and the bond of love is stronger than ever. But Scout ... Scout will be a living, breathing bond. A mix of me and Sheltowee. A tangible, visible, living, breathing result of our love for each other. It's pretty amazing to think of it.
Here's something funny ... Several people have asked me if we're really planning to name the child "Scout," regardless of its sex. I have to explain that, no, Scout is the baby's "in-the-womb" nickname, just like "Lima Bea" was Ella's in-the-womb nickname. (At least, it's what I called her.) I can't imagine referring to Ella as "Lima Bea" now, and I probably won't be able to imagine calling young
Another funny thing: People ask me if I like being pregnant. Do they not see the look of nausea on my face? The dark circles under my eyes?
And one last funny thing: No one who has ever been pregnant has asked me that previous question. :)