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.