12 weeks

Hey! Today I am 12 weeks pregnant! 12 weeks, 3 months! Holy moly, wasn't I peeing on a stick like yesterday?
Anyhow I am officially taking Murp off of time out, I seem to be able to drink water again. I also noticed today that Murp is a pimply teenager, since all I want is pizza and coke. Now for the record, I don't really like either! I much prefer Murp as a vegan hippy.
According to Baby Center Murp is the size of a lime, I guess my prediction that s/he would be a chicken wing was not quite right. Hmm, oh well. Also Murp is 2 inches long and weighs half an ounce. I was also happy to read that Murp's eyes have moved to the centre of his/her face away from the sides. I think that this should be a milestone. Along with the loss of a tail, the moving of the eyes really ensures that I am, in fact, carrying a human and not a newt. (Oh Adam would be maaaaddddd)

I was explaining to a friend via email today that I thought a thought yesterday which was a little frightening. You see while I was on the whole infertility train I wanted a baby, I would often dream of a baby, little baby clothes and such. I even thought about a toddler, and how I would have little piggy tails or miniature Green Bay baseball caps in my future. Then yesterday I went and thought (something I need to be careful of) and I realized that this baby will one day be a 10 year old, and then a surly teenager and a mootching university student. I needed a moment to readjust the focus in my eyes and I kinda freaked out and it dawned on me. I'm going to be a parent, not just a mama, but a parent. So, like I explained to Kim, I've been practicing my mom battle cries: "Close the fridge we're not cooling the world!" and "Shut the door, you weren't born in a barn!"* You know the classics that were all yelled at us, or was that just me? Anyhow grow Murp grow!

*In case Murp is born in a barn, I might need to change this one up a little bit.