we have spawned!

It's official - there is a teeny, tiny person inside of me!

I was really, really hoping it wouldn't look like this... 

Although I just started my second trimester yesterday, I have yet to "feel" pregnant. In general, I'm just really, really tired. I've never been so exhausted in my life! Apparently, it's normal to be tired in the first trimester, since all your body's energy is devoted to building the placenta. By the second trimester, the placenta is fully formed, all of the baby's major organs are in place, and you start the "honeymoon" of your pregnancy: when you feel great, aren't too big, and might actually look pretty cute.

Then the shit hits the fan in the third trimester. I'm just going to try not to think about that right now.

So... everyone has a name for their unborn spawn: Cletus the Fetus, Izzy, Boom Boom, etc etc. My baby's name is Bruce Willis.

Wha???

Die Hard, fetal-style.

About a week or so after conception, I was sitting at work and felt a weird stabbing crampy pain. It was unlike any cramps I'd had before, and my first thought was: "Maybe this is implantation cramping?" It was too early for period cramps since my next period was still a week away, but I shrugged it off because I didn't want to get my hopes up. After all, I have friends who have spent months and years trying to conceive, and it was only our second month of trying. I was pretty certain it was going to take us several months (at least a year) to get knocked up.


A few minutes after I experienced the weird cramping, my best friend Adrienne messaged me. "Dude, I had a dream last night. It was just like a movie! I was Bruce Willis and I was trying to tell you that you were pregnant. But you wouldn't believe me!"


I told her about the weird cramping but explained that it was still too early to tell. Adrienne promptly decided that her dream was somehow prophetic: she'd psychically impregnated me, and this child would be some sort of action hero since he or she had already karate-chopped my uterus. 


So "Bruce Willis" as an in-utero baby name just sorta... stuck. My husband thought it was a little odd, but he's pretty easygoing and accepted it with minimal prompting.

Don't worry, we'll name it something different when it's born. Something more normal like, I don't know, Jean Claude van Damme.

Especially if it's a girl.

Anyway, here are a couple other ultrasound photos even though all ultrasounds just look like bizarre blobs of gook. But this is our bizarre blob of gook! Awwwww... 

This is a 3/4 shot where it looks like Bruce Willis is sucking his thumb. 

Here's a profile shot - just check out that titanium alloy spine! 

We were pretty excited to get an ultrasound since we weren't supposed to get one until 18-20 weeks. Our doctor is awesome and snuck us into the ultrasound room even though the sonogram tech was on vacation this week. She explained that, when she was pregnant, she'd "borrow" the handheld ultrasound device and lock herself in a closet once a week (or more), so she understood that it's important to be able to see how your baby's faring down there in Uterine-land. 

One final thought: it's entirely possible that I could have a teeny, tiny set of balls inside of me right now. That strikes me as a little weird, and also kind of badass.