I felt more nervous about the first trimester this go around than I did with Cara. Add that to some scheduling issues at the doctor's office, and you have one crazy mama who had to wait 12 weeks to even hear a heartbeat! (And your mind can play some silly tricks on you in that span of time. I had moments of wondering if I was making up this pregnancy thing to make myself feel better for getting chubby. Seriously.) Even though I was worried, I kind of think waiting until 12 weeks was better because the ultrasound pictures were great. I could definitely see a real baby, not just the tadpole blob that first ultrasounds usually show. I was so relieved and excited that I almost cried.
That totally looks like a baby, right?
I've been trying to explain the situation to Cara. Here's how the conversation went yesterday:
Me: Cara, do you want to be a big sister? (lots of enthusiasm and smiles)
Cara: (without even looking up) Not right now, Mommy.
Me: Cara, there's a baby in Mommy's tummy, remember?
Cara: No, Cara tummy.
Me: No, Mommy's tummy!
Cara: No, Cara tummy! (lots and lots of giggles)
I guess we'll keep working on that one...