Dh, Baby E and I all schlepped our way to the ob/gyn this morning for my first prenatal appointment. Everything went swimmingly. Baby E was charming and well behaved, Dh was there fulfilling his role of supportive husband perfectly, and I threw up in the trashcan before we left! Woo-hoo! We got an ultrasound, sorry no scanner so no pics, but Baby #2 was moving all over the place which was really fun to see. Moving all limbs. In fact, we even saw its fingers. The doctor said..."that doesn't look like an 11-week baby (today I thought I was 11w3d). It looks at least 12 weeks." She took a few rough measurements and kept coming up with more like 12w5d!!! Holy cow.* She moved my EDD up 3 days, thinks it will be more after an in-depth ultrasound scheduled for the end of the month (crappy HMOs...). So that's exciting! I did think my uterus came up out of my pelvis awfully early. I love the idea of being an entire week farther along. One less week, with none of the wait!
One of Baby E's favorite past times: digging in the garbage.
Note the milk on the floor. NOT being drunk. I feed her lots and lots of cheese in hopes it will compensate for her relentless refusal to drink milk. (And yes before you ask I have tried adding Nesquik, strawberry Nesquik, and heating it. None of that works. Dh once got her to drink 1% but that doesn't help us very much, does it?)
Baby E, my little homeless child.
This Ziploc is a great hiding spot!
12.5 weeks, according to the doctor's rough estimate. Note pajama pants.
*So apparently Dooneybug you should listen to NOTHING I say about FAM because apparently I suck at charting and was at least a week off on my ovulation. I don't know how this happened! My signs are textbook! My chart was crystal clear! And yet, the baby don't lie.