I meant to update this at least every time I go to the doctor, but I have been pretty bad lately at anything that required more stamina than getting out of bed to pee and get food. I think I am hitting the end of the first trimester high though that everyone talks about (and only most experience) and so can probably stand to do a little bit of updating.

First, I will update on our last dr.’s appointment. Kaleb got up really early, after a really late night at work, to meet me in Denton to have the doctor take another look at me. I was really stressed about getting weighed because all I have been eating are sweet carbs. It is like the moment I started feeling sick, all I wanted was bread and ice cream and muffins, and cookies. And I havent avoided them once! The nurse weighed me and I have gained 4 pounds since getting pregnant. I was already a little heavier than I have been in the past, but I will get over it, I am sure.

After the weighing/pressure/sampling part of the appointment, we waited to see the doctor. She had me get on the table and used a doppler machine to try and hear the baby’s heartbeat. All she could find was MY HEARTBEAT! I was getting discouraged after a few minutes, and all she kept saying was “nope, that was you.” I anticipated her continuing to try, but she put the doppler down and said that she would go find out if the sonographer could fit me in to make sure everything was ok.

MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS OK??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Commence first time mother freak out.

We waited about 17 years (okay, it was more like 15 minutes) to see the sonographer and by this time, I was about to lose my marbles. All I can remember is Kaleb was telling me about his schedule for his trip to California and I wanted to put my elbow in his gut. However, good Christian woman that I am… I refrained.

We entered the little dark room and I almost grabbed the sonogram stick thingy myself to see what was going on in there. But, once again, I refrained. She splatted me with goo, and put the stick thingy (I know- could I please learn the technical term???) on my stomach and boom- there was a baby. Not just any baby, either. The cutest, sweetest, tiniest little human being. All arms and legs and a big, big belly. I asked how big we were growing in there, and the baby measured out to just over an inch. How can all that fit in an inch? I mean, I see bugs and stuff that arent an inch long, but how sophisticated can they be? AND I AM GROWING THIS BUG! Crazy.

So, since that appointment- pretty much cloud 9

Last week, little Bernie had a big week. I took my first bath since getting pregnant- we have a sub-par bath tub, so I “borrowed” my mother-in-law’s tub while she was out of town. And, we went swimming for the first time- in a lake, no less! (And yes, even though I live in the boonies, I understand the difference between swimming in a lake and taking a bath.) Other than these few developments, we are just growing and changing. Me and the baby.

It looks like the baby is on the smaller end of the development scale. All of the baby books that I read said that Bernie should be closer to 2-3 inches at this point in development (we were measured just before crossing into 11 weeks), and that is probably why the doppler couldnt pick up the heartbeat at this point.

I’ll post with any other developments, but for right now, I am going to go enjoy this non-pukey feeling I have.