Let's Go Phillies!

Todd and I had our 12 week appointment this morning. I didn't want to be too excited for it because I understand it's tough to hear the heartbeat until the baby really pushed his/her way up to be more visible.

We got there and they did the normals- pee test for glucose, listen to my heart and lungs and then...it was time for the doppler.

The first lady in the room, Sarah B., is in training. So when she got in there with the doppler, she was very gentle and wasn't able to find the little beat...but then Jamesmina stepped in and Fancy clippity-clopped away.

She recommended that we get an ultrasound because they like to have a better idea about the due date. But get this- when doctors and such predict a due date, she was telling me it's more like a due month...they come up with the date and then they figure give or take two weeks either way.

I hope I make lacrosse playoffs this year, we win the championship and then I have to be carted off to the Center where Fancy will make an appearance.

Here's me belly- week 12/13. As you can see, I've grown a Phanatic snoot in the front in honor of the World Series. Also, although my belly is growing, the baby is still tucked around my belt- so the growing belly is still the cheese burgers I've enjoyed over the past 29 years...but just getting pushed up and out while baby makes his/her own space.