Foetus at 26 weeks
We’re down to double-digits! Yes, that’s right – there are now 98 days till our Estimated Due Date, and I don’t know about you, but to me that sounds quite scarily close!
Some interesting facts about being 26 weeks pregnant:
- If Tadpole were to be born today, s/he would have an 80-90% chance of survival (which is a HUGE leap up from last week!)
- Tad now weighs about 1.6lbs and measures around 14 inches from crown to foot (Wow!)
- The Kid’s eyes are now beginning to open and s/he is reacting more to sound (I can certainly testify to that!)
Lots of things have been happening this week. For example, I realised that my belly button has unwound (which was a bit disconcerting as when I was a kid, I firmly believed that if you unscrewed your belly button your bum would fall off!) and is now rather shallow (the dent only comes half-way up to the first knuckle on my finger!). Dale finds this hilarious, of course, and Tadpole seems to react to having a finger poked into my naval as there was an almost immediate barrage of kicks when we did that – I guess nobody likes having their space invaded!
I’ve also had quite a few very odd conversations with people I barely know:
Strange conversation number one:
Person: You must be almost due by now?
Me: No, not till the end of September.
Person: Crikey! Are you having twins or something?
Now, I know I feel like I’m huge, but according to my measurements at my 24-week midwife appointment, I’m exactly the size I should be for this stage in pregnancy and I’m nicely within the “normal” weight-gain range. This is a conversation that drives me nuts as it makes me feel like I’m the size of a small third-world country!
Strange conversation number two:
Person: So, what flavour?
Me: Strawberry Dick Lick from Anne Summers. Or it might have been the chocolate body paint my Mam got us for Christmas*. Oh, you didn’t mean that? No, we don’t know the sex of the baby.
OK, so I haven’t actually made that reply, but I always want to! The baby is not ice cream and I’m certain that if a hungry cannibal were to decide to dine out on Tadpole (would that be baby rack of ribs, perhaps? Sorry, a bit tasteless, but I couldn’t resist the pun!), I’m sure they’d say, “Mmm, yes, baby-flavoured!” Our local hospital has a “Don’t ask, because we won’t tell” policy in place, so we’ll be waiting till The Big Day to find out the SEX of our child. And no, I’m pretty sure I won’t be having a quick lick to determine how the baby tastes!
I have to admit, I find the constant interest of complete strangers rather scary. I don’t mean people reading my blog, but the up-close-and-personal things like someone reaching out and copping a feel of my belly without asking if it’s OK to do that first, or assuming that I want to hear their birthing horror stories when I don’t even know their name!
Anyway, back to the good stuff. We finished clearing out the nursery this week and had carpet put in, so we’re ready for the furniture to arrive! My Mam and Step Dad are very kindly buying us a cot-bed which will last Tadpole several years as a sleeping place and then convert into a small sofa for The Kid’s room, so we’re hoping to get that very soon.
I’ve also started buying in a small library of books for Tad (being an avid bibliophile, I’m determined to instill a love of books in our child from the very start!). So far I have about a dozen new books, plus a handful of old one from my own childhood which are still in very good nick, as I was careful with books even as a tot. I’m proud to be able to hand these down to my own child and hope that one day they’ll still be in readable condition for my grandkids!
* Incidentally, my mother did once get us chocolate body paint for Christmas. I think it was her not-so-veiled attempt to get us to have even more sex and thus increase her chances of becoming a grandmother!