Brandon and I found out we were expecting at about 7 weeks along. In a way I'm so glad we didn't know until 7 weeks because most doctors won't see you until 8 weeks and you really shouldn't start spreading the news until much after that...if we had had to wait any longer to tell our close friends and family and to see it on the ultrasound screen I certainly would have exploded.
Ever since then I've looked forward to Fridays because that's when I start a new week. I wake up eager to read my Baby Bump app to see what the baby will be doing this week. I now think of everything in weeks...how many weeks will I be at the Fall Carnival? Iron Bowl? Christmas? New Years...and all the other milestones that we associate with this time of year. Before I was pregnant and people would tell me how many weeks they were, I couldn't have been more clueless. I always wondered why they didn't tell me in months (something I could digest a bit faster), but now I know it's because the baby changes so much week to week that weeks are an important increment of time when it comes to pregnancy. I guess when the baby is born you still think of life in terms of weeks and then months until they're older...it looks like it'll be a while before we start thinking about time in terms of years again!
Speaking of weeks, on Friday I will be 15 weeks (almost 4 months for those who also think in months). In case you're trying to do the math, Brandon and I were married on Friday, June 15th, 13 weeks ago. The first two weeks of the 40 week pregnancy cycle you're actually not pregnant (seriously, google it), so, yes, this is our Wedding Night Baby :) While at times we worried that it was too soon to be adding to our new family of two, we now realize it was perfect timing and it makes for a great wedding memento.
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