Well, hello there, little creature.

It's real! It really happened.

We saw and heard a heartbeat last week, and it was such a beautiful sound.  Oddly, I didn't cry, which would surprise most people who know me, as I usually cry at the drop of a hat. Hallmark commercials do me in every time. And Sarah McLachlan REALLY needs to stop narrating those animal cruelty ads. Seriously - waterfalls every time.  But alas, no tears for the heartbeat; I think I was just overwhelmed with awe.

This little blob is now affectionately known as 89Q. Symptom-wise, I feel great, just REALLY tired. Like Rip Van Winkle style. I really think I could sleep for years, so don't be surprised if I wake up looking like Blanche from the Golden Girls. I even nodded off in class the other day while my students were watching a video clip. Oops.  I am still a nervous wreck over everything, and I Google any ache and pain, but so far, so good. The doctor estimates that there is only a 5% chance of miscarriage at this point. Or, as I like to think, a 95 % chance that I will get to meet 89Q in April.  Staying positive.