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Overview of a Baby’s Development:

Month 1 – Baby is smaller than the size of a grain of rice and weighs less than 1 ounce. By the end of the first month her heart is beating and the brain, nervous system, arms, and legs are starting to form.
Month 2 - The baby is smaller than the size of a grape. She is now one inch long and her major organs (heart, lungs) are fully formed. Her arms, legs, and fingers can move and her ankles, ears, and wrists are formed.
Month 3 – The baby is as long as a pickle and is now 4 inches long and weighs a little more than an ounce. Her teeth start developing and the mom may hear her heartbeat for the first time.
Month 4 – The baby is as long as a carrot and 6-7 inches long, weighing 5 ounces. She has eyelashes and eyebrows and kicks, moves, and swallows.
Month 5 – The baby is as long as an eggplant and is 8-12 inches long, weighing ½ to 1 pound. She sleeps and wakes up and has fingernails now.
Month 6 – The baby is as long as a pineapple and is 11-14 inches long, weighing 1-1 ½ pounds. Her skin is red and wrinkled and covered with fine, soft hair. Her eyes are almost completely formed and soon they’ll start opening and closing.
Month 7 – The baby is as long as a whole piece of celery and is 15 inches long, weighing 3 pounds. She kicks and stretches and can suck her thumb and even open and close her eyes. She can hear mom’s voice.
Month 8 – The baby is as long as a watermelon and is about 18 inches long, weighing 5 pounds. Her brain is growing very fast and most organs are working well but the lungs are still not ready.
Month 9 – The baby is as long as a loaf of Italian bread and is 19-21 inches long, weighing between 6-9 pounds. Her lungs are mature now and ready to work on their own.

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