"your baby looks good!"

That's what the u/s tech said when the dildo-cam went in. She reassured me, then went about her business of checking ovaries and all that good stuff. Then we got back to the baby and she spent a little time zooming in so we could get a "good" look.

McBaby looked like a gummy bear today (a rather cute one if I do say so myself). Heart was beating 177 bpm. About 3/4 inch long. Perfect:-)

Then came the appt I've been dreading...our last appt with Dr. K. First, she was ECSTATIC for us. She was at the last appt too, but I could tell she was really holding in her excitement, since we all know things can go wrong. She asked who I would be seeing (meaning OB), and I just put my face in my hands and started crying. I suppose I was crying for 2 reasons, 1) that we are "done" with her, and 2) (most importantly) that we're actually at the point where I can be considered "normal". I keep using the word surreal, and that's still truly the way it feels. We've worked so hard to get to this point, and now it's here, and I have no idea how to handle it. Poor Dan rotates b/t being super excited and super cautious. According to his book this is normal:-)

I still have a hard time admitting I'm pregnant. To say it out loud feels like a lie, like I'm a big fake. I was at Home De.pot yesterday and bought some charcoal. The bag was almost 50 pounds and there was no way I was going to try and lift it. I found someone to help (who looked exactly like Amer.ican Idol.s Ada.m La.mbert, btw...I wanted to say something but thought it would be rude if that's not the look he was going for). Anyway, I asked him to help lift it for me, but just couldn't get the "I'm pregnant" words out of my mouth. You'd think I'd be shouting it from the rooftops, but not so much. I feel like a phony.

Back to Dr. K...she said I could call anytime, and she expects us to stop by with baby next winter. I hugged her, thanked her (getting teary just thinking about it), and that was it.

First OB appt is Friday morning!!!