Well, it's happened. I've rounded the corner and have entered the realm of the elusive second trimester. We got to hear the heartbeat on the doppler thingamajig today, which was exactly the boost I needed after the major nausea relapse I had yesterday. While the heart thumped away, my doctor kept looking at me and saying, "There's a baby in there!" And she said it with the exact combination of awe and excitement that I've been trying to get Jeff to display every time I ask "Can you believe there's a baby in there?!" She could give lessons.
Truthfully, sometimes it's very easy to believe that there's something in there (like when I feel like holy hell and wake up every day with 10 new zits), but other times it's harder (like when I stare really hard in the mirror and have to reposition myself 50 times to find my "baby bump"). Anyways, I was happy to receive the go-ahead to garden despite the fact that my cat uses the backyard as his own personal litter box. The yard is in a shameful state and the beautiful crocus that I planted are currently buried under leaves and framed by plants that died during the long freeze in December. I'm also going to try and hit up my old yoga studio this week for my first prenatal yoga class. Last week I ran the expense of the classes by Jeff to make sure it was okay and his response was, "Do I have to go with you?" To which I replied, "No, I would prefer you not. The description says women only." He promptly responded, "Then yes, this is fine."
Many have asked whether we will find out if it's a boy or girl. To which I ask back, "Do you know me at all?" I am the least patient person perhaps in the whole world, plus my Mom is already buying polka dotted hair bows, and I'm not sure how much longer we can put her off from buying gender specific items. Not that there's anything wrong with boys wearing polka dotted hair bows. I'd just prefer to wait until he's old enough to express that interest himself, rather than foist it upon him.
In conclusion, we are scheduled for April 6th for the "big" ultrasound where we get to find out if it's a boy or a girl (and if it has a third leg, one eye or two heads - although judging from the 12 week ultrasound, I'm hopeful that this is unlikely). The general consensus from most friends is that they think it's a boy. Except for Maggie, who despite all proof still thinks I'm having twins and refers to them as Louis and Louise.