Seven Weeks:
Eight Years:
It was neat to get to go today, Hawk’s and my eight year anniversary, to see our baby’s heartbeat again. He (I really don’t want to call the baby “it”, so I feel like I have to pick one or the other, so to humor my husband I’m going with “he”) has grown quite a bit and measures 10mm from crown to rump, which is perfect for seven weeks along. He is the little blob between the two white “+s” on the picture. I think I can tell which end is his head, but, seeming as how I don’t have a degree in radiology, I think I’ll keep an open mind. The doc is thrilled for us and says everything is great.
Tonight we are going out to dinner to celebrate our anniversary, and the doc made sure to tell me “No champagne for you!” Damn. But I was expecting this and am totally cool with it. I may steal a sip or two of Hawk’s wine tonight, but overall I haven’t been feeling like drinking lately, so it’s all good.
For some reason this anniversary is feeling particularly special to me. I think because I’m pregnant, it is just reminding me of how far we have come together. We have been through so much these past few years and have come out the other side stronger and more in love than ever. Hawk has been there for me every step of the way, and now we’re entering a new phase of our partnership together. It’s really very exciting!
Happy Anniversary, love. You are my world. I am so happy to be building our family together. I know you hate it when I say this, but thank you for loving me. I am the luckiest woman in the world.
