We had an appointment and I am at 9 1/2 weeks.
It's better than, like, 8. But not nearly as cool as, say, 14.
Not that I'm complaining. On my blog.
I'll see if I can upload the little ultrasound pic. But you can visualize it this way: Jonathan likes a lot of syrup on his pancakes.
After he eats them, the plate is all smushy with syrup, in a vaguely circular shape.
Now imagine he has crumpled a napkin in the bottom crook of the syrup orb.
That's about what this just over one inch long kid looks like right now. Except we could see the little heart pitter patting, and napkins don't generally make me feel nasty.