Six Weeks

Nothing much new other than a few pounds. The baby is about the size of a grain of rice at this point, and yet I've still managed to put on at least 5 pounds.

I'm still waiting on Mackenzie's shirt to arrive. We really want to tell her this weekend, shirt or no shirt! Then, of course, immediately after we will need to tell the rest of the family because I know poor Mackenzie will not be able to keep that one to herself.

I have an ultrasound scheduled for next Thursday. This is to measure how far along we are before I even get to meet with an OB doc. So far I only have one really big fear (other than labor, of course). Because I'm considered "old" in the maternal world, I will be given the option of several genetic tests that I never had with Mackenzie. Some of these tests are blood tests, some are high-level ultrasounds, and some are invasive tests, meaning having a needle poked into my belly. I am not looking forward to making these decisions.