20 weeks

Well, another baby appointment, another belly shot. The bean's about 10 inches tall now. All is well. She's moving all over the place too. Kicking, kicking, kicking. Jason says she's not kicking, she's drumming. Regardless, she doesn't seem to care much for the doctor's visits. In fact, each time the midwife tried to listen to her heartbeat, she wiggled away. In the elevator, on the way out, Jason and I were mocking the bean using the voice and extended leg/foot motions of Stuart from MadTV.

"Noooo. Doooooon't."

The Smarter, Stronger Sex

Well, we saw the bean for the first time yesterday morning. At 19 weeks she (that's right, she) no longer looks anything like a bean. Instead, she's about 6 inches of growing baby.
The most important part is she's healthy. All the parts are there and in the right place and she's moving around like crazy. It was especially cool to see her move on the screen while feeling her kick and hit me in disgust while the ultrasound tech tried to get her to show us her bum to determine the sex. Bottom line: she rocks.