Happy V-Day to Me

In today's modern medical world, a fetus is generally thought to be viable -- that is, it could survive outside the womb, although almost certainly only with great medical assistance -- at 24 weeks.

There's a whole 'nuther side to the viability debate (moral/ethical/religious) I don't want to get into, so let's just say yay for reaching another milestone, and Happy Viability Day to me!

At this point, baby is over a pound and about a foot long. His house (my uterus) is about the size of a soccer ball, and I can feel the fundus (top of the uterus) just above my belly button now. Belly button is still in tact, but I think its innie-ness has gotten just a wee bit more shallow. Mental note: stop at a local piercing shop this weekend to get a PTFE piercing holder, in case the belly button starts stretching.

My linea nigra ("dark line," although mine is still kind of faint at this point) also showed up below my belly button in the last week or so.

Baby boy is moving around regularly now, and Brian feels his kicks and summersaults every evening or so.