28 weeks... 7 month mark! We have 12 weeks left...
Yesterday at our appointment our midwife welcomed us to the third trimester. Sobering indeed. I think we both sank a little deeper into the couch. We get asked a lot if we are ready. I have decided to look at it like this: whether we are "ready" or not isn't really the point. He's coming so we don't have the option.
We're continuing to amass our birth supplies... there are now 200 bendy straws in my pantry for instance (thanks Ikea!) and Brent knows how Virginia takes her coffee (very important stuff people!)
Our son is 15 inches long, about the length of an amusement park cinnamon-sugar-coated churro (something I can honestly say I have no desire to eat) and he weighs about 3 lbs. He can open and close his eyes now... and they have color (though not the true color they will be. That won't happen until 9 months or so after his birth.)
This is a fetoscope.
Our midwife did a very bad thing... she left this little "toy" in Brent's possession for two weeks for him to play with... err train his ear to distinguish between my heartbeat and the baby's.
He has literally chased me around to use it every hour ever since it came into this house.
Brent and his new "hobby"
He is driving me nuts.... he was sad to see it go back to it's rightful owner this week but it's too late now... he doesn't need it to hear the heartbeat anymore... he can just rest his head on my abdomen and tap out both my and the babies heartbeats.
This is going to be a long trimester.