This morning I was all cranky. But time has healed that wound and I'm left quite pleased.
This morning I heard my baby's heartbeat for the first time. I didn't think this appointment was going to be a big deal. I thought it was an excuse to get me in again to draw my blood (ok, it probably was). But I heard the heartbeat. It's not so much that the heartbeat was anything special, but knowing that he or she is growing and thriving and that all the little tickling I've been feeling probably has been fetal movement is awesome.
Things are going well, and I am happy!