You are seven weeks old today. You're still being pretty good, but your kicking up the dizziness. I tend to have low blood pressure when prego. I have been taking my blood pressure at work lately (I use a little tiny preemie cuff on my finger) and you have been keeping it all pretty low. Which is how your brother used to try to make me faint. But - I would rather feeling slightly drunk/dizzy then have pressures too high. You did make me drive somewhere with my head in a bag the other day. But that is a price worth paying.
Right now your name is Gwyneth (or Gwenith) Isabelle or Samuel Thomas. (But that Samuel might change - or we just will not tell Daddy's urologist that you have the same name as him).
My good friend Emily gave me a Belly Book the other day. It made me cry. Of course. But - that actual celebration of you seems like such an extra big deal to me. Work has not been a very good environment for baby celebration right now. (It's a long story, but it comes down to the fact that I just can't be as honestly joyful about you as I feel in my heart.) Plus you're a third baby - it would be greedy to expect the same celebrations as the others. But sometimes someone sneaks up on me with their joy about you and it just breaks me down to a big cry baby.