A Sun, a Moon, and a Rainbow: almost 13 weeks...

D was finally able to make it to an appointment with me yesterday, it was nice to have him there, and for him to be able to her the babies heart beat, which once again, took no trouble to locate... With Sebastion there were times when it would take up to 10 minutes to locate the sound of his heart, and each time I would feel that impending doom while waiting... I remember once it took so long that I began to cry JUST before we heard it, and then cried even harder once the sound filled the room.
Doc seems to be confident that this will be a 'normal' pregnancy, and that losing Sebastion was really just a string of 'bad luck'. *GASP* I'm sorry, but I do not call the death of a child BAD LUCK. Grrr... I like my doctor, don't get me wrong, but He was not quite himself yesterday... he seemed to have forgotten my history. If you want to call something 'bad luck' I think it would be the fact that he has been my doctor for 3 pregnancies now, and has yet to actually deliver one of my children. When Liliana was born, it was Sunday, and she was delivered by the on call doctor. With Sebastion... my doc just so happened to be on vacation and the on call doctor came in to see me AFTER he was born, as no one was in the room at the moment of delivery but D... my mom had ran out to get the nurse. Sooo, that being said... third time is a charm, right? Dr. S had better be delivering our rainbow!
Anyhow... no ultrasound yesterday, but I do have one scheduled for Wednesday the 14th! YAY!!! It's been a long wait, not knowing what is going on inside. I can not wait to see our little bean on that screen and to have some photos to bring home and cherish... hang on the fridge, and perhaps even share with the rest of the world:) Most everyone that I work with knows that we are expecting again, as well as a select few of my friends, and our families... but other than that we have kept quiet about this baby so far. I would love to shout the news from the highest mountains and all the rooftops across the city, but Derek has asked me to wait. To wait until we know it's safe. SAFE?! I told him we won't know it's safe until we can actually hold the baby in our arms... and even then, nothing in life, HELL, even life itself is never a guarantee! Soooo I agreed to try to keep quiet at least until I am showing...which, by the way, is upon us. I can't say that it looks like I have a baby bump...but the belly is definitely starting to poke out. (not that I was skinny by any means to begin with)

Weekly (almost) progression...