Its funny - I can't yet refer to it as a baby. Its like I cant get my hopes too up right now and think that its something I actually have.
Sure medically I can call it a fetus, but with my husband we just refer to it as fruit. Theres a little app I downloaded that tells you how bit it is per week and we just call it that.
A couple weeks ago there were such sayings as "don't squish the peach in those pants", last week "the lemon is making my stomach upset" and this week "the navel orange is jumping". White its fun and cute and like a little inside joke between the hubbie and I - its like our little defense mechanism against falling in love with this little thing too early.
Something tells me I'm going to have attachment issues, although after the infertility, I think thats a given.