In the library, with a candle stick...who was it?

Why, Professor PLUM!!!

Baby Bump Baxter(B3) is now the size of a plum at 12 weeks hiber-creation. Milestone? I guess so. This past week saw the end of the 200+ day count down...now there's only 196 days to go. But who's counting?

B3 is moving around quite a bit---but I've not felt anything---except gas and rumbling of my digestive system. Lovely. I surely can't wait for the day to first feel that flutter in my stomach that isn't attributed to baked beans.

Another main side effect of the hormones is the fact that I will most certainly cry about anything. I cried at a car show while thinking about my Grandpa. I cried while watching a video about my school because I was sad I didn't do more extra-curriculars. I cried because I was too nervous to walk into the team room at work because I'm afraid there's 1 officer than doesn't like me. (That being said, I'm sure there are plenty more than one!) I cried just last night because our upstairs neighbors thought that vacuuming at 11:30PM was a brilliant idea. In the car before work, the button popped off my shirt...luckily I held back the water works on that mishap.

One more week left of the dreaded first trimester. If that was dreaded, I should feel better than perfect during the second tri. Fingers crossed that all continues on. I need to stop reading people's theories. The theories that state that you have higher risk of losing the baby if you don't have morning sickness (vomiting is apparently a good indicator of healthy fetus!). The theories that state that if you get your ankles rubbed, you'll most definitely be thrown into labor.

Doctors appointments should, perhaps, be more often, lol, for first time pregnant fools!