To catch everyone up, we had our first news on Christmas Eve with the home digital pregnancy test. Shocked by the result, I came downstairs, and told Jeremy that he could open one of his presents early. I told him I was pregnant and showed him the test. I think his first words were, "What? Really?" We had only been sort of trying for a couple of months. We flipped out together, and called all of the parents and siblings.
Almost a month later, our second trip to the doctor was to confirm our due date with an ultrasound. At seven and a half weeks, our little baby looked a bit like a fish, although Jeremy dearly referred to it as our Third Stage Guild Navigator. (For those of you who don't get that reference, do a web search for Dune, Frank Herbert and David Lynch.)
I've included a picture here, labeled per the nurse's directions for your own opinions.
Today, we listened to the baby's heartbeat, which was strong and fast. Everyone is healthy and well, and my vicious case of morning sickness has started to finally leave.
We expect our new arrival near the end of August -- Labor Day weekend (ha, ha). Thanks to everyone who has been praying for us during this time. We will keep you updated as things progress, including pictures of my little growing basketball-belly.
