Hmmm...so I guess you want to meet the lil' bugger...

I had an ultrasound at 6 weeks to make sure I was actually pregnant. It was sort-of a surprise ultrasound if you will. I had asked multiple times if my husband needed to be at that appointment and was assured it was only a blood test so I told him to go to work. But since my HcG levels had been low early on (ya' know...because I tested before I actually missed my period...another reason to just wait it out) the doctor wanted to make sure I was actually still knocked up.

But it takes 3 days to get the results and I was leaving the next day to go spend almost two weeks with various parts of my husband's and my families so the Dr said she was going to send me for an early ultrasound...also known as "SEND IN THE PROBE!!"

The probe is much scarier looking than feeling, I will admit...in case you wanted to know that type of thing...and soon enough we were looking at a tiny (and I mean minuscule) blip on the screen that was our baby.

The technician pointed out the heart that you could see beating and I thought 'that's nice' but I didn't cry. Those of you who know me, know that I am the most emotional person on the planet...yet I didn't cry. Thus starting the period of time where I was absolutely convinced that I was going to be a horrible mother and want to send my kid back because I didn't like it.

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Just before Christmas, when I was 11 weeks, we went in for our 1st scheduled ultrasound and my husband was sure to come along. That appointment was really cool because the baby actually LOOKED like a baby:

And yet, instead of cry, I cussed. I believe the exact quote was "holy shit!". My husband was a bit more reserved and more importantly, once we left the place he was pretty much ecstatic about the whole thing and has remained so ever since.

So there you go...the lil' bugger. Or as we have been calling it for the past few weeks, the lil' kernel (as in a kernel of corn...a nod to my Weddingbee days as Mrs Corn).

We have another appointment on January 20 to give more blood for the Downs Syndrome screening and then will have another ultrasound two weeks after that where we will (hopefully) be able to tell if it is a boy or a girl. Someone in this family is convinced it is a boy already, but only time will tell.