Let me just begin by telling you that this crazy "normal" infertile decided to spend the $19 per month to get the fetal doppler from baby beat. I haven't been too nutso with it since I got it, but it completely comforts me to hear the lovely sound every once in a while. I stopped puking, so then I started freaking out that I lost it, etc. Duh, I know.
My next big appointment is April 14 for the anatomy scan ultrasound. I will be 19 weeks by then (yikes!!!). We do not want to know the sex, so hopefully there will be no revealing pictures or idiot techs that accidentally tell us.
I told a few more people this weekend at a bridal party/bachelorette-ish gathering Friday night. I didn't say anything until the end, and I am surprised that no one asked since I was on the water train all night long. These gals were happy for us and for me, and you know what, I am beginning to allow myself to be happier about this. I am still silently frightened this will all go away, and I hope that feeling fades away soon.