Must be something in the way I feel

The 12 week appointment yesterday went very well. So far I've lost a pound, my blood pressure is nice and low, and things are looking good. We got to hear baby's hearbeat, chugging away at 150 bpm. The doctor that saw me is the one that delivered Evan, and also the one that nicknamed me "The Ticking Time Bomb" during my hospital stay. It seemed that every time this doctor would check on me, my blood pressure and lab results were worse, and he's the one that decided to just go ahead and take Ev out. He teased me a little yesterday, asking if I was going to behave this time around. I really hope so, because there's no need to go through all that again. I like my kidneys, thank you very much.

I'm also suddenly large--I'm so much bigger than I was at this stage last time. I think in the last few days my body just said "Oh, look, there's a baby in here" and all my internal organs just started migrating north. They remember the drill. It's almost embarrassing, but I'm wearing all maternity clothes now. It's a bit ridiculous, but so much more comfortable that I don't really care. I'll have Mike take a picture of me tonight, you'll laugh.

Evan's not really into the whole baby thing. We've told him about it, but I think the whole thing is way too abstract for his little mind. Yesterday, Mike had him kiss the baby, so Ev gave my belly a nice little kiss. So cute, until he then kissed Mike's belly followed by his own. Eh. We'll figure it out eventually, I'm sure.