The first thing D said to me when I woke up this morning was "Guess what today is?" I knew right away. "10 weeks!" I exclaimed.
So we're at 10 weeks today, only 14 days shy of that beautiful 12 week mark. I'm still clinging to that date, even though my doctor said that we're safe at 10 weeks. Apparently with all the new technology that is available now, 10 weeks is the new 12 weeks. That's all well and good, and believe me - I am so beyond grateful - but I'm still holding (most of) my breath until February 3rd (our 12 week mark). Something about that goal is really important to me, even if it is just a number.
Yesterday D and I got into a stupid fight because I was being anxious again. We went to see the movie Cloverfield. Truthfully, I really didn't want to go at all, but D really wanted to see it and he's been working so much lately, I thought I would just suck it up and spend some quality time with my husband.
What I didn't account for was the noise.
Cloverfield, in case you don't know, is a very VERY loud action/horror movie and let me tell you - there were several times in the movie where the sound was so intensely loud, I could feel the vibrations going right through my body. [80-year-old woman commentary: Did it really have to be so loud? Why can't we just enjoy the movie at a reasonable level? Sheesh!] Well I started getting worried about Scrappy. Not so much about the noise - I know the baby's ears aren't developed yet - I was more concerned about the vibrations. I tried to muffle my abdomen with my coat and I tried to sit in such a way (very uncomfortable) to make it so the least amount of vibrations came through my body. All in all, I was miserable and I couldn't wait to get out of there. I kept squirming and being worried and getting up and coming back (don't worry - I'm not THAT person...We were in the back corner so none of the other moviegoers were affected by my up-and-downiness) and D started getting really frustrated with me. When the movie was over (finally!) he was really worked up. He was mad at me for worrying about "yet another stupid thing"...and "why did I come in the first place?" I apologized like a million times, but he was having none of it. We walked home in silence and it was a lousy afternoon.
So I pose this question to you all: Was I being ridiculous to be worried that VERY loud noise and vibrations could potentially harm a fetus? Please be honest, I promise I won't get upset either way. I just want to know if I was being stupid or if I had a point.
In any case, D and I finally reconciled a couple of hours later and he has agreed to be more patient with my pregnancy-charged-over-protective-craziness and I have agreed not to bring my concerns up with him for a while. He needs a break from it, I think.
It's a beautiful feeling to know that I'm already one-quarter of the way through my pregnancy. I am so so SO excited to meet my little one, mid-August just can't come soon enough.