Heartbeat!

We heard the heartbeat today! According to the doctor, it sounded very strong. She said it was surprisingly easy to find for 11 weeks. This only confirms my suspicion that I am 12 weeks and 3 days rather than 11 weeks. But, I digress.
The swishly little heartbeat was pretty faint. But then Dr. Piper said "Your Daddy's here to see you" and the heartbeat went "SWISH SWISH", as if Hurley heard her. It was so cool!

3 months down, 6 more to go...

Yesterday was the 12 week mark and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I feel a certain degree of security knowing that I've made it this far. I've read that once you make it to 12 weeks, the chance of the big M is greatly diminished. This is only slightly more exciting than the fact that I've felt really good for 4 WHOLE DAYS in a row. I've had no severe puke-i-ness and my exhaustion is less than crippling. Now, I did have a crying spell on Friday night that frightened me a little, and I KNOW scared the hell out of Shane, my poor, bewildered husband. He's really doing the best he can. 

I have an amazing advantage that I married a man who has been through this whole process twice with his two sons from a previous marriage. He is an old pro at being a daddy. I am such a rookie myself, so I feel incredibly blessed to have a man who knows how to change a diaper, burp a baby, take a temperature and give a bath. He's also been peed on and barfed on, so he's no stranger to the more disgusting aspects of parenthood. Aside from being married to my best friend, I feel very lucky that he's in my life and even more fortunate that we are having a baby together.