My first doctors visit is next Thursday. (June 12th.) So I can't officially say that I am 7 weeks along, but that's my best calculation. Thus far, I've been doing really well in all areas, but last night Eli and I were reading from my week-by-week pregnancy book. As I was reading about all of the things that are happening with the baby (eye pigmentation, nostrils appearing, differentiation of the arm buds into hand and shoulder segments) I had my first "freak-out moment." That sounds more like a human to me than in previous weeks. My "freak-out moment" really was for just a moment and it wasn't as severe as I am making it sound, but I definitely think some of the surreal feelings are dissipating and being replaced with the understanding that this is really going to happen. And I must admit, I had a frightening moment where I realized that this baby actually has to be BORN. I have always struggled with the hospital part of all this. I am NOT the mom who entertains, for even a second, the thought of not having drugs. "I'm here...when do I get the epidural?" Those will be my first words when I enter the hospital. But I am well aware that this has been happening to women everywhere for quite some time now. :) So no use worrying.
Mom and I went shopping today at Easton to look at baby things. She bought us a cute little fleece sweater that could be worn by a boy or girl, and family tree picture frame from Pottery Barn Kids. It's gorgeous! I can't wait to fill it with pictures of our family.