It's A Gummy Bear.

I've already kind of blown the protocol of announcing a pregnancy early and announcing it on my blog for heaven's sake, so why not an ultrasound picture for good measure.

Also so I could brag about how my bladder holds an inordinate amount of liquid I guess. I was instructed to drink 32 ounces of water one hour prior to the appointment and hold it.
I'm a pretty compliant patient, so I did as I was told, though it was torture and I was so bloated I looked about 5 months instead of just over 2. Honestly, it was grotesque.

The technician sent me to the bathroom twice to offload because all that pee was obscuring the view.

But we eventually saw the little heartbeat flutter. So far, so good.

In other news, Mark got a phone call from the nurse today, not for Lily's signature stomachache, but because Aggie had a gym class collision and may be sporting a shiner. More on that as the situation develops.

Lator Gators!