I finally had my first ultrasound yesterday. I had forgotten how much I love to see that tiny image on the screen! This baby was moving all over the place; kicking and wiggling around. Dr. Beck called him a "wiggly little guy". We wont know if he's really a "guy" until December, but there's definitely somebody in there and luckily only ONE somebody, much to Brad's disappointment.
So I'll be 10 weeks pregnant tomorrow and hopefully that means just 2 weeks left of the "yuckies". I have good days and bad days. The key seems to be sleep and constant food. I have had pretty crazy headaches that are only cured by Tylenol PM and 11 hours of hibernation. Luckily, our Papa Bear allows such a thing while he takes care of our cub. I married a good one.