So, my "12 week" shot was actually an "11 week" shot, and so on. But now we've got our act together. So on to the pictures!
Isn't that bathroom lighting just glorious? Yeah, I know. It was the best I could do.
Close-up of the belly. I pretty much look pregnant now, instead of just fat, as long as I wear a shirt that fits closely, not one of those circus tent numbers.
Exciting news this week: I've started feeling little Tadpole move! Both the ultrasound tech and every midwife that's tried to find a heartbeat has commented on how much this little one has been moving, and I concur. It's not a strong enough feeling to stop me in my tracks just yet, but there are plenty of moments throughout the day, especially if I'm sitting down, when I can tell that Tadpole is all kinds of active in there. It's comforting to know he/she is alive and well, but it's a little scary to think about having a child that's that active. Then again, Lyndon was a mover, too, and he's turning out to be the best kid I could have wished for. So, no worries.
Two more weeks until our next ultrasound, when the all-important question will (should) be answered: boy or girl?