Week 13

I've lost 5 pounds. Apparently that's pretty typical in the first trimester, especially if eating becomes a chore. Doc and I were unfazed but Mr. b kind of freaked out and drove straight to the Old Country Buffet after the appointment! Regardless, Doc thought everything looked good, that I was healthy, that the baby was healthy, no worries. And there's only one! That's a relief. We heard the heartbeat and I still don't know how I feel. I mean, I still have a hard time believing that there's a creature living inside me. Of course that'll all change once I start feeling the little kung fu fighter kicking ass inside my stomach. Mr. b and I decided that the heartbeat totally sounds like the probe from Spock Likes Whales.