I forgot I did this countdown with Carys, and I'm a visual person, so I love seeing the weeks get crossed off. Look at that - four more weeks and I'm in the third line (and halfway done, holy crap!).
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Apparently I'm still stuck on the 15 week thing (even though Lil Squish is all, "HEY. MOM. Get over it already, I'm 16 weeks old already. 15 week fetuses are SO IMMATURE. Do they even have fingerprints yet?.") because here's my 15 week belly picture.
Dude. How awkward is that cup? WTF. And how pasty are my fricking legs? Dear lord. Gross. Get the girl some sun, STAT. (Note: the color discrepancy between my face and legs is not that noticible in real life....I don't think. I hope.) And my work bathroom is the only place where I have access to a full-length mirror, so blah blah blah, yes, I'm the weirdo taking selfies in the bathroom, blah blah blah.
I'm not at the "OMG I LOVE MY BIG FAT PREGNANT BELLY" point yet (explained here), because I don't have a big fat pregnant belly yet, but there's definitely a bump there. And I think that bump is about the size of my 18 or 20 week bump last time. Damn three-time-stretched uterus and stomach muscles (or lack thereof, I should say).
I cannot wait to start feeling Squish moving, because I'm hoping that will make this feel real. I hear the heartbeat with the doppler, I've got the mini-bump going on, I've seen the kid on ultrasound four times now.....and I STILL am having a hard time believing I'm knocked the fuck up.