Ah, such a coincidence that week 14 started on Valentine's Day. Here's what's going on this week with Whisler Baby 2009:
Baby Stats:
Size: 3 1/2 inches
Weight: 1 ounce
Baby Developments
We are a third of the way through and baby's a third of the way cooked. Now that the "big stuff" (like skeletal and organ development) is taken care of, the baby starts a period of rapid brain growth, fat buildup and detail work. Highlights this week include:
The baby now has fingerprints! Book 'em, Danno! Believe it or not, he actually created them himself while swimming around in the amniotic fluid. As he moved his hands, the skin on the tips of his fingers formed unique ridges and folds. That's why no one on earth has the same fingerprints, not even identical twins. Baby's arms are now in proportion to his tiny body, but his legs are still on the short size in comparison.
The baby continues to gain new and impressive skills such as practicing and controlling voluntary muscle movements (this will help her fling food across the room later in life). Our tiny dancer's movements are no longer the jerky, uncontrollable twitches of yore—she now moves with graceful control.
She now weighs about an ounce and is the length of a flip phone, or roughly 3.5 inches—she's tripled in size from a mere three weeks ago! Luckily, Laura hasn't done the same.
What We're Doing
Prior to pregnancy, we decided to get three mini vacations in before the baby arrives. So, V-day weekend also assimilated the title of vacation number one: "Vacationing in your own backyard". Instead of traveling far away, we decided to drive right down the street and do a few choice things in Springfield.
Saturday started with brunch at Hemingway followed by a couples massage at Zen3. If you've never had a massage, you're missing out. Later that afternoon, we checked into a hotel and headed to Outback (a Whisler tradition of celebration) for lunch. During this time we put health “down under” and revel in a caloric rampage of things like cheese fries, loaded baked potatoes and Pibb. After our late lunch, we rolled ourselves down the street to see a movie and then somehow found room for dinner by candlelight at Chic-fil-a. Yes, even waffle fries can be romantic.