11 weeks

I feel good today. And by "good," I mean I don't want to cry, break anything, or hold a pillow over anyone's face until they stop squirming.  Today, I'm just wishing it was Wednesday because that's the day I go to my OB-GYN and hopefully hear my little lime's (that's apparently what size he/she is now) heartbeat. I'm bracing myself for the possibility that we won't be able to hear it, though, as I'm not having an ultrasound and those Doppler things are supposedly not quite as sophisticated. Plus, it's possible my fibroids will get in the way. But, fingers crossed! I'll also be taking the Materniti 21 blood test which looks for chromosomal abnormalities and can also determine the sex, which, yes, we absolutely do want to know.
We spent a lot of time with family this weekend, and did a lot of talking about pregnancy (mine, specifically), so I'm hoping with all my might that everything turns out well and our baby is healthy. Otherwise, I'm going to have to have one of the hardest conversations to have with just too many people. I knew I was taking a risk when I started sharing the news so early. But some things you just want to shout from the rooftops. Or at least say to pretty much all of your close friends and family relatively discreetly behind semi-closed doors.

11 weeks, 1 day

I just want to eat everything. But mostly pizza, cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes, preferably all together, except for the pizza. I seriously contemplated eating a Lean Cuisine pizza for breakfast this morning. Sorry, kid.

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