This afternoon, something else rather abstract became a whole lot more real (though just for me, not for my class).
First, why don't you look at a picture:
It's true. I'm 11w1d today. Wheeee!
This afternoon, we went and listened to the baby's heartbeat for the first time. Just like good 21st-century parents with more gadgets than we know what to do with, we recorded it.
It starts out with me fibbing about taking my vitamins (eeevil! - the vitamins, not me) and my doctor suggesting I keep them with my hair brush to avoid "forgetting" them. Then you hear the little heart gallop pretty well for a bit, until The Husband interrupts, then there's more static, then more heartbeat.
Click here to get your own player.
Settle in, you guys. I have 6 more days of first trimester, and I intend to use that time to get all the suppressed b*tching for the last 2 months off my (recently much enlarged) chest.
But through the nauseous misery that has taken over my life, I am thrilled.