It's been a week since we found out that I'm pregnant, and it's been a LONG week.
Even after 4 home pregnancy tests and 1 positive urine test result at the hospital, a part of me still can't believe that I'm pregnant. Other than fatigue and sore breasts, I really don't feel all that pregnant. Sometimes I feel like doing another home pregnancy test to make sure. I've been reading books and magazines and watching videos on pregnancy just to get a peek inside. They say at this point, your little heart has already started pumping. So as I lay in the quietness of the night, I cover my ears and concentrate on the muffled drum beats, hoping that I could hear yours echoing mine.Your dad laughed when he heard about how I tried to hear your heart beat. "It's microscopic, babe," he said. Personally, I really don't care that much about the science part of it. All I want is to feel you.
I learned this morning that you're about 3/4 of an inch in length this week and the formations of your lungs, jaw, nose, and palate have begun. Your dad and I tried to imagine what you will look like. We think you're going to have dark wavy hair, big dark brown eyes, and pouty lips. When I teased your dad about the possibility of you inheriting "the Martin nose", you dad put on his scientist face and concluded that you're going to have a cute button nose because you're half-Asian.
"Martin nose or no Martin nose," you dad said, "it's gonna be cute. That's for sure."
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That's right, I said cute. But let's not forget smart enough to become the President of the World (No bloody revolutions though, little peanut. They never work. Read your history), or maybe an astronaut or perception-changing artist.
No pressure.
Martin . . . ??Nose??
I love this blog! I'm so happy for you both.
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