13 Weeks and Counting!

We had our second doctor's visit today. Everything is looking great. The baby is growing and has a strong heart beat. Although the little thing absolutely refused to move while we were invading it's privacy. He/she just laid there on its side with its little hands up in its face. The brain is forming nicely which was a relief for me because mine has been shrinking. I am glad to know it is going somewhere.

I am beginning to live for these doctor's appointments. I hate having to go weeks without knowing what is going on in there. Is the heart beat still good? Is the baby ok in there? It didn't pack up and move to Australia, right? When you are this early in the pregnancy the only thing you have to assure yourself that you are still very much pregnant are the ultrasounds and the occasional visits with the commode. Which by the way have seemed to have stopped and we are very thankful for. As long as my husband stops eating that roasted garlic hummus, I believe we are in the clear!

When we got done at the doctor's office, Chad and I went to the Commissary to get groceries since our refrigerator is about to think it serves no purpose in our house anymore. We were walking along, basking in the glow of knowing we are going to be parents and oh what joys this will bring us. When all of a sudden this awful, irritating, ear piercing sound starting wafting over the aisles towards us. What in heaven's name is THAT??? We turn the aisle and find this child in a full fledged temper tantrum. She wants to get out of the shopping cart and will stop at nothing to get down. She had snot dripping down her nose, her eyes were pouring tears down her face and that scream! It sounded like a tortured pterodactyl. Chad and I just stood there in horror. What in the hell are we doing to ourselves?!!? We spent the rest of our shopping telling each other how we would handle that situation and we both came up with the solution that our child would never do anything so awful so we just won't have to worry about it. Ok, so I am totally kidding. But we both agreed that temper tantrums will result in a good old fashion spanking. (Probably from Chad, not me...)

Anyhoo, I'm still not having any really weird cravings consisting of pickles and mayonnaise (still hate mayo) or anything like that. I do tend to like foods I liked when I was a kid though. PB&J's, grilled cheese sandwiches, hot dogs, Kool Aid (sugar free!) and what my mom used to call "Happy Toast". It was either made with colored sprinkles or cinnamon and sugar. You just put butter on the toast and sprinkle it with the topping of your choosing. Back then my brother and I thought it was the grandest thing. Now I realize my mom was just a master at getting us to eat breakfast. But oh how I love having "Happy Toast" again!!

So everything seems to be on track at this point. I am still getting dumber by the minute but I have just learned to give in to it. As long as my baby's brain is forming and getting bigger, I can live with it. For example, I had an incident the other day where I was on the phone with my dad, pulled into a drive way and sat on the phone with him for about five minutes. I got off the phone, got out of the car and walked up to the door and rang the door bell only to realize it was not the house I was visiting. I ran to my car and drove off. I mean what can you do but laugh at yourself?? I cried during a Judds song the other day for crying out loud. I am beyond hope. At this point I just need a healthy baby. All the ludicrous stuff that is happening to me is all worth it if I can just have that.