First Prenatal Visit

Seeing that little flickering heartbeat on the ultrasound changed everything. Turns out, I'm a week less pregnant than I thought - just eight weeks. Must have been counting poorly. And I'm not carrying twins, which I think would have been fun. There's all these genetic tests I have to decide about, sometime when I find the time to read all the pamphlets and talk them over with my husband. Also found a midwife practice that sounds really neat and I'm going to look into switching my care over to them. Tomorrow I'm going shopping for new clothes - at this point I only have two pairs of pants I can wear comfortably and if I don't buy some bras I'll probably regret it when I'm in my fifties.