16 Weeks, Baby!

I had my 16 week apointment with the midwife today (FINALLY!). It has been 6 weeks since I heard that precious heartbeat and my paranoia that something was wrong was setting in.

Granted I have been feeling this little bean kick a lot...my brain told me it was probably gas...even though Andrew felt it a few times last week. I don't remember him being able to feel Griff kickin' until I was a lot further along. I looooove to feel those little flutters. They melt my heart!

I feel so so so much better. No more nausea or throwing up which is like a Christmas present. Can't beat feeling normal! My blood pressure is really low for some reason. It normall runs low but is even lower than normal which explains why I am light-headed all the time but isn't reason for concern...until the fateful day happens when I don't just feel like I' m going to pass out but actually do...let's hope that doesn't occur.

A midwife student was in there today and tried to find the heartbeat for a long time...I started getting panicky and internally freaking out but finally my midwife took over and found it. This little avocado likes to chill on my right side apparently. The heart rate was 150bpm and super cute if I do say so myself.

I took the Griff with me and Andrew is out of town so I was slightly worried that he would ransack the place but luckily he stayed in the stroller and ate his lunch the whole time. When the midwife had me lay down on the table then raise the table up high with me on it I thought he was going to name this day, 'The Greatest Day in All the WORLD!" He thought it was amazingly wonderful and sat there with his whole face smiling and giggling. We should get one of those tables at our house...Andrew probably wouldn't complain either...

Anyway, 4 more slow weeks till we find out if it is a little girl or boy...can't wait!!!

And also we have the obligatory belly shot...I used the timer since my photographer is living it up in San Diego:

 And of coure the Griff had to make fun of me. He ran out towhere I was standing and lifted up his shirt and said CHEEEEESE!

He looks about 6 months along though...he lost his pants at some point after my appointment. I promise he starts out fully dressed in the morning.

And just for comparison's sake...this is me 4 months preggo with the Griff. (We were in London on our babymoon). I am going to make an unscientific observation...walking around Europe makes the bump pop out more...I think I'm bigger in this pic and in the one of me last month than today. I've been doing a lot more chillaxin'.