Well, we've made it to week 16: the week of the avacado. Baby is now about 5 inches long from crown to rump. From what I can tell, over the course of the next few weeks the baby will be increasing in weight moreso than length. Perhaps that means next week we will have to find something fun to show the baby's weight as well as it's length. The main "feat" baby is overcoming this week is its eyes have moved to the place they are supposed to be and will stay. This makes getting the email of the 3D image of the baby each week a bit more exciting as it looks much less like an alien now :).
On Friday, my good friends Melanie and Amanda gave me a call and asked me to come over because they had some exciting things for the baby. I wasn't quite sure what those two crazy girls would have come up with, but I was SO excited to see what they found. I think we are pretty much set in the ways of Muppet decor for the baby's room after their finds! Other items can of course make their ways in, but at least now we have enough to justify a bit of a theme!
In other baby news, on Friday I got a call that my doctor's office had received its shipment of H1N1 vaccines, and since the virus has already spread pretty well through our district so early in the season we decided (after much back and forth over the last couple weeks) to go ahead and get the vaccine despite the controversy surrounding it.
I had also been having some really terrible dreams about something being wrong with the baby (I blame a movie we watched last weekend), so I also requested to hear the baby's heartbeat for a bit of reassurance. Then a wave of silent panic washed over me when it took the nurse and I nearly 5 entire minutes to find the baby's heartbeat. It was 5 crackly minutes of me biting my lips and the nurse saying things like, "Sometimes the doppler is a little sensitive" , "Are you sure we could find it previously?", and "Do you remember where we had the best luck last time?" Then finally, after a second try, we found the baby hiding away in a corner. 155 bpm. I almost cried in relief. And, I managed to record it on my phone so I can listen to it occasionally and put a smile on my face.
Unfortunately the relief found Friday afternoon was quickly overcame by the sickness that followed that weekend. I woke up for church Sunday morning with a sore throat, and then we met Angie and her parents for a Sunday morning brunch. By halfway through the meal, I was feeling a full blown cold coming on. That afternoon I get hit hard with a runny nose, uncontrollable chills, a slight fever, and a terrible headache. I slept for a few hours that afternoon only to feel progressively worse as the night came on. Travis was truly amazing the whole night -- getting me drink refills, extra blankets, and helping me with dinner despite the fact that the Bears were playing an important game. I slept on the couch in hopes it would help me drain my sinuses a bit, and without a word from me Travis camped out on the floor next to me to make sure I was okay throughout the night. He's pretty much a keeper.
I stayed home from work on Monday and slept from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m., taking only a half hour break for some soup at lunch. Our water heater also died on us Sunday evening, so my dad was here for several hours trying to fix that for us. It was nice to have his company, even if it was frustrated company :). Then it was early to bed and back to work for me today, which may have been a bit too soon. By 11 a.m. or so I was feeling pretty queasy and my heart was racing, so I didn't get much accomplished in classes for the rest of the day. Tonight the plan is to take it easy (mom is even making dinner!) and hopefully things will get better by tomorrow.
The most frustrating part of all this sickness is the helplessness of it all. Normally when I'm sick I'm pretty attuned to what is going on with my body and what I need to do to feel better. I'm not one to go to the doctor with any sort of sickness, really. But with this, I find myself second guessing a lot of decisions. I don't want to overlook any symptom as something small that can be cured with a little orange juice and couch time only to find later it was something that required something else entirely for the baby. I'm finding it hard to find the line between justifiably concerned pregnany lady and hypochondriac paranoid pregnant lady.