Our Little Peanut is 34 millimeters long (imagine the size of a quarter but slightly larger), has a beating heart, two arms and two legs (actually, you can’t really see the legs but our doctor assured us they’re there). Little Peanut is also pretty squirmy. I don’t think Mike and I were quite prepared to see so much movement. I know I wasn’t since this little wriggly worm is supposed to be inside me somewhere yet I can’t feel a darn thing.

Our doctor is interesting. Not your typical white coat, clip board and stethoscope type of guy. He’s more like the dip chewing, truck driving, flannel wearing, never seen without a cup of coffee kind of guy (at least I hope that was what was in that styrofoam cup). He seems very knowledgable, a bit like an Okie version of a Yale med-school graduate. I’ve been to him once before a few years ago and was a little taken aback by his extremely laid back attitude. He even used the f-word in front of me. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with the f-word, in fact, those that know me well know I often drop it in conversation on a daily basis but it was just weird having this stranger cus at me one minute then give me a breast exam the next. Today there was no f-word, just a lot of chit-chat. He’s very approachable and despite all there’s something about him that makes me feel reassured that our baby is indeed in good hands.

Little peanut’s due date is set for August 29th, which is a day after my parents birthday. We’re seeing the doctor again in a month. Some of the information I’ve read says the sex can sometimes be determined at the end of the first trimester but we might have to wait a few months longer so I’m trying not to get too excited. We’re still working on the names. Frankly, I don’t really want to name our baby for sure until I’m actually looking at it. We’re pretty much decided on the girls name but the vote is still out on the boys name. Mike isn’t too sure about the middle name yet.