Thirteen Weeks...

How funny that the number thirteen should traditionally represent unlucky circumstances, when in pregnancy - undoubtedly one of the most important things in life (since it is when a new human is created) - it represents the beginning of the second trimester and a substantially decreased risk of miscarriage. Unlucky? I think not!

So here I am - thirteen weeks today and just a little chubby. Getting a little faddy about food - take for example yesterday, traveling down the M60 with my poor Mother, insisting we stop at a service station immediately because I had to have a chicken and mushroom Ginsters slice, and nothing else would do. She suggested I make do with a packet of crisps - which I didn't regard as an adequate compromise (not being a crisp/chip eater much anyway) and we did indeed stop at the next Welcome Break, where I got my slice and made my tummy happy.

In that regard I suppose my Dad and I are similar, because when we especially want a certain food, we tend to go and get that food, or make it out of something: glue; jam; plastic...whatever. Both my parents are fabulous people - I can see where I get bits of my personality from. I can detect the slightest de-tune of a musical instrument or voice, having spent so long in the company of my Dad, who is a musician. My mother, who is also extremely musical, has amongst other things, given me the gift of being unafraid of childbirth and has educated me enormously about natural methods in child-rearing.

I am starting to wonder what traits my little Opus will inherit from his/her Mother and Father. Will he or she be interested in finding shiny things, like Dad? Will he/she be musical, like me? I just wonder. In the meanwhile, as this pregnancy becomes more and more tangible, I wait with anticipation.

Here is little Opus, or Goob, as we call him/her on 6/19 bouncing around nicely on the ultrasound. I can't wait to feel the kicks properly in a few weeks!


A lovely little heartbeat!


As the weeks go by, it's getting more and more impossible to contain my excitement. I am so ready to hold this little one...so, I must make sure the months are filled with wonderful activities so that they are not wasted - and also to make them go by more quickly! I don't think I've ever looked forward to a harsh Minnesota winter more than in this particular year!