Nine.

This is the end of week nine, and I have just felt so yucky.  But, in the best possible way.  I have some strange nausea at strange times, mixed with heartburn, and migraines.  My diet is Tums and ginger ale.  And anything carb.  I never had any nausea with Q, so this is all new to me.  After it passes, (or I actually vomit) I remind myself that I wouldn't feel this way if there wasn't a Baby Stan actually growing inside me.  Growing.  Creating itself.  Can you fathom this?  I have had a long time to think about this miracle, and the people that take it for granted.

I found a calendar on justmommies.com that tells me each day a new fun fact about Baby Stan.  In week nine, the development of the heart was complete.  Holy Moses, really?  This early?  Also, Stan actually looks like a baby now, and not a tadpole.  That fact nearly sent me to the phone to call the doc.  I wanna see!

I have some trouble in the comparing area still.  I haven't forgotten the way I felt and looked while pregnant with Q.  I think that I am starting to show, whereas I didn't start showing with Q until about week 18.  Either Stan will be a giant, or it's true what they say about showing earlier with your second (or third).  I'm pretty sure that I'll play the comparing game with Baby Stan until week 23, a place in a pregnancy I've never been before.  Until then, you compare:

at 18 weeks with Q

at 10 weeks with Baby Stan