it grows

Each day I feel more reassured and less worried about our little taco growing inside me. Yesterday we had our first appointment with the OB and it went wonderfully. It was our first time to meet her, and we reviewed everything that had happened so far and the ER escapade. She feels right now everything is quite normal and progressing well. At one moment while we were talking, I had a weird thought: "Wow, she's going to be the one to deliver our baby! We're going to have a baby . . ." Wild.

And the best part is right here -- The Taco's first picture:


They could see the yolk sac as well, though it doesn't show well on this picture. Technology is awesomely mindboggling.

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Yesterday I told my boss. Even though I'm so early, I felt I had to, really, especially since I was MIA most of the ER day. I can't quite recall for sure, but I think I actually used the phrase, 'I'm a little bit pregnant' when I told her. Ha, I'm such a goof. I do know I started off with, "I think there's something in the water here," because two other guys that work there are expecting with their wives.

I was nervous about telling her because I have not been working there very long yet and haven't established myself. I want them to know I still care a great deal about my career and I certainly plan to continue to pursue it. When I was gearing myself up to tell her I was expecting those type of questions since, hey, this is work, but it was totally the opposite. She was very supportive and excited for me. We talked a lot about pregnancy in general -- morning sickness, fatigue, no more wine -- and not a word was mentioned as to how this will affect my work.

It's a great relief to know I am supported there; such a weight off my shoulders.