We saw little Harry for the first time today (Ingrid has been calling him/her that for a month now). We get weekly updates from babycenter.com telling us the size of the fetus likened to different fruits and small food items. After the nurse took some measurements she told us that the little she/he was 14 weeks old instead of the 13 we'd been thinking. This means Harry got promoted from a medium shrimp to a lemon (what a difference a week can make).
"Yes, how can that be Rachel?"
"The weeks are a developmental estimate rather than a guess at the exact conception."The nurse assured us.
When we first saw the creature it flinched and sprung from one side of the womb to the other (like he/she was startled by someone turning the lights on suddenly). The live images seemed interactive and it was weird to realize that he/she didn't know we were watching and couldn't watch back. Harry's movements were confident and coordinated as she/he rolled, twisted, and even yawned.
"Wooh! That gave me the willies! It looks kind of like a horse."
"Did the little horse give you boosegumps Mommy?" Ingrid asked considerately.