Week 7, the wee-est Hall, still in utero, is the size of a blueberry.
I feel so disconnected, so floaty and exhausted. Exhausted doesn't even cover it. It's like my body is in slow mo and I'm talking myself through every movement. Like when I get dressed. I say to myself, "first the tights, then the dress, then the suede boots, then breathe." Then there is matter of the pukies. Which have arrived. Good times.
I feel like there is a grip on me, from the outside. I feel like I am being carried along, floating in jello.
Then, sometimes, I have a few hours were I am free. All the nausea and exhaustion is gone. The boobins are just there, not being fireballs. Then I start to panic just a little. And want to reach for my remaining five pregnancy tests.
Then I chill out and realize that all of this ebbs and flows. And there is a new level of trust between me and my body. I can do this. I've done this twice before even. I can weather the electrical booby storm, the waves of nausea and the brick blanket of tired. Because I am growing a miracle.
And throughout the week I'll read this and try to hold back the tears of joy.
Mommy loves her little blueberry. Can't wait to see you ;)
The big news this week: Hands and feet are emerging from developing arms and legs — although they look more like paddles at this point than the tiny, pudgy extremities you're daydreaming about holding and tickling. Technically, your baby is still considered an embryo and has something of a small tail, which is an extension of her tailbone. The tail will disappear within a few weeks, but that's the only thing getting smaller. Your baby has doubled in size since last week and now measures half an inch long, about the size of a blueberry.