I really don’t get pregnancy timing.
Well, I shouldn’t say I don’t get it. I get it as in I understand the concept of it. I could pass a test on it, if such a thing existed. I just think it’s stupid.
When I found myself pregnant, I immediately called the midwife. (I’m going to get into why I chose a midwife at some point, but not right now.) I said that I was two weeks pregnant, because at that time I was exactly two weeks from the time I ovulated.
But when I started looking at my stats on all the sites I belong to, they had me at four weeks. I magically gained two weeks of pregnancy? Apparently, because everyone is counting from my period and not the actual fetal age.
At least FertilityFriend‘s Pregnancy tracker lays it all out. Week I’m on: 7 (although I can’t say I’m 7 weeks until I pass 7 weeks, so technically I’m 6 weeks+days; another timing issue that I find baffling). Month I’m on: 2. Trimester: 1. Fetal age: 5 weeks.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s nice to get 2 free weeks. It means that that all important 12-week mark is 2 weeks closer than I thought when this whole thing started.
The thing I don’t love about it, is it makes it look like I knew I was pregnant before I started this new job. I get that 2 weeks is such a small issue, but it’s the principal of the thing. I really, really love my new job, and I am a little bummed that I won’t have been there a whole year before the Spawn arrives.
Still, this was the timing that worked for MFH and me, so I can’t be too boo-ho0 about the whole situation.
And it also makes me realize that timing is going to be a part of this experience for a very long time. I expected timing to matter to get pregnant. I don’t think it would matter so much once I actually was.
I guess I sort of forgot how everything from infant clothing to how-to books rank themselves by number of weeks.
I think the worst thing about timing, though, is waiting.
My first appointment with my midwife isn’t until the 16th. I’ll be firmly 8+ weeks at that point. It seems like a really long time before I can get some concrete info on the Spawn. Then again, there are women in my birth club who aren’t getting looked at until 10 weeks.
So really I should be counting myself lucky. Still, the only real solid evidence I have that the Spawn even exists is a solid lack of a period and something I peed on. :p
I suppose just like everything else, the days will go by, and I’ll get in and hear a heartbeat or see a flicker on a screen.
I can hardly wait…