Nine and a Half Weeks.

The title sounds much more salicious than the reality.

I am now nine weeks pregnant. Nine and a half just worked better for the title :)

We had our first ultrasound last week and it was both fascinating and creepy. We saw the little heartbeat, the little spine, the big head. Who knew that something so small could cause so much mild misery.

The naseau. The indigestion. The fatigue. In these few short weeks we've been together, I have learned a lot about you. You don't like garlic. Or at least you don't want me to like garlic anymore. You don't like chicken. Or really any meat of any sort. PETA would be proud. You like pancakes, small cinnamon donuts, sesame noodles, and cucumbers. You also like cold food. That must come from your father. I don't like cold food when I'm on my own. EVER.

Speaking of your father, his genes are terribly strong. Whereas people in my family look similar (the related ones anyway), Moser's look like each other. The hair, the eyes, the smiles, the faces. I'm not sure if they see it (maybe not....seen each other their whole lives), but as an outside observer, wow....

Fortunately they are a good looking lot. Not an ugly one in the bunch. And they have all their teeth. One day you will thank me. Unless you wanted to be tall. You probably won't be tall. When I say tall, I am thinking tall like my brother (over 6'3). If you are a boy, be happy with 5'11. A girl, be estatic if you get to 5'7.

More on this later.