I just got back from my first prenatal appointment. Everything went fine. We took a look at the baby on ultrasound and it was a typical gingerbread baby...a little blob with round head, arm nubs and leg nubs. Kicking its legs already. I mean, leg nubs. Then it said, "Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm...."

No, really, it did! Anyway, Julian was much more gingerbready at that age, but I think the other place had a more powerful ultrasound. He was like a perfect little gingerbread cutout.

I'm supposedly 8 weeks and 5 days along. How they get the 5 days is a mystery to me. Like it's that accurate, come on. Unfortunately, I can't confirm or deny, since I don't remember when my last period started OR the likely date of conception. After my miscarriage I figured that the next period was a wash, and didn't keep track of it. Ah well.

So my due date is January 27th, which will probably be my planned C-section date. It's weird that I will know the birthdate of this baby in advance. I'm still getting used to the idea. But yeah, no VBAC for me. No THANKS. I've had enough labor and transition to last me, well, pretty much forever. Transition? I've had six hours of it, thanks. No need for more. I'm pretty grateful that I rmanaged to regain my sanity afterwards. Eventually. ;-)

I guess we should start tossing around names. But I think we should wait until we find out the sex. One less set of names to worry about.

I'm still in love with Jet. Jet Baker, doesn't that sound great? But Dan vetoed, so that's out. Too bad. He likes some Celtic names and I'm not a fan of those, so vetoes are a good thing I guess.

OK, back to my contract development job. I'm past deadline. Ick.