I am definitely starting to show, which is exciting. I guess when you're carrying a person the size of a peach around, things start to poke out. Clothes still fit. It seems all the shopping I did in the last year were with the knowledge I'd be pregnant, because everything I bought is pretty roomy in the belly.

Our next doc appointment is Friday, so yay. 

Ryan's been a lot of fun with this. I was worried he'd stay wrapped up in his head and be planning and worrying and stress himself out and have a hard time getting excited. Instead, he's excited, but not irritatingly, overly, cheesy excited. It's showing up in really cute ways. 

Like, he got all smiley when he saw a baby sprawled out asleep in a stroller. And he had fun looking at baby stuff at the Gap (WHY do they make the pregnant women climb 7 flights of stairs to get to the third floor to look at maternity clothes? I am always winded, people!). We saw some knee socks that were for knees that are 4 inches above the foot. Pretty cute stuff.