Introducing...

for the very first time, my little peanut. We finally got to see our little sprout on the big screen today, proof that there really is something growing in my belly. They have moved our due date up to February 11th due to the fact that at nine weeks and 5 days our little miracle baby is measuring in at ten weeks and 4 days. The moment the words viable, healthy baby came out of the ultrasounds techs mouth, I lost it. My little baby who then waved for their audience and then proceeded to hiccup on several different occasions causing it's tiny little body to fling upwards is healthy, active and ready to make their mark on the world. The tech informed us that its pretty unusual for the baby to be this active this early on...does this mean I am going to have my hands full or what? The heart rate was 160, which according to the old wives tale means we're having our little princess. My sister though, being the party pooper that she is, casually informed me that the heart beat for her baby was 160 as well and he has an extra limb if you know what I mean. I am going to pretend that she is crazy and believe what I want. She also informed me as did our lovely cousin Heather, that they have both had a dream now that it was a girl, so I am thinking since I have also had the "it's a little girl" dream, that maybe I am having a girl. I just have this gut feeling that it's a little princess and for now that is enough for me.

I finally broke down and bought our first baby items on Friday. I had to buy myself a new pair of tennis shoes thanks to a Great Dane named Lennon, or a Lab named Bandit, or heck it was probably both of them so I stopped at Kohl's and of course the baby section is right across the aisle from the shoe department. I bought the baby several different neutral outfits and I had to fight the urge to not buy any of the cute little pink and purple sundresses that are currently available. Lord I can't wait to find out what we're having so that I can either start buying the dresses or hold out hope for the next little one. I can picture it now...our little lady dressed in her Sunday best with her frilly little headband on holding down all of her light colored fuzz, those big blue eyes that I hope my child gets after my Dad and I, followed by those chunky cheeks and fat rolls for thighs. I can't wait to chew on those cheeks and rub baby lotion on the rolls. It's not quite time though, someone has to continue baking for several more months. On another note, we have just over two weeks left during the first trimester, I am confident in the fact the baby and I will make it through these next few weeks and next several months for that matter, healthy and ready to go. It will be a relief though to know that we have made it through the most crucial time and that our chance of miscarriage is so low it's almost non-existent. I will continue talking to the baby and rubbing my belly, willing this baby to stay strong and to stay healthy. Mommy and Grammy are ready for you little one, Grammy wants a boy though so here's a $100 smackers if you come out being a little lady.