Around the time of my July post, my husband did this to me.

Yup.

There's a wee little Brightstuff baking in the oven.

As of today, dear friends, I am officially 13 weeks pregnant.

This is the little bean's 12th week ultrasound. He's supposed to be about 3 inches long (about the size of a lime- give or take a few inches) and weighs about an ounce or so.

Crazy stuff.

I find it difficult to believe that I have this little person growing and just chilling out inside my body. Right now, he's way too small for me to feel anything (though I'm convinced those little twinges I feel are definitely the baby and not last night's pizza coming back to haunt me). When we went for that ultrasound, we watched as the baby hopped up and down and waved at the camera.

Seriously.

Words cannot describe the feeling of awe I felt seeing all of this going on inside of me.

Anyway...

The past few months have been weird adjusting to the idea. As a result of being knocked up, I've had to say goodbye to three of my very dear friends. The first two....

It was a sad, but necessary farewell.

Truthfully, I only really miss having a beer now and again. The smokes, I can do without.

The third thing I've said farewell to is my figure.

While I was never a small girl, the one thing I was always proud of was my hourglass figure.

Think Gauguin-ish.

However, that has certainly all changed. My belly's sticking out in the front. If you look at me head on, I don't look pregnant.

If you get me in profile...jeez.

Let's just say that my protruding belly is almost as far out as my 36D's.

I'm looking noticeably pregnant and couldn't hide it if I wanted to. I had to "come out" at work because people were beginning to guess when I was only 9 weeks along!

Oh, and before it gets confusing, no- we do not know the sex of the baby. Not only is it too early for that, but I really don't think I want to know just yet.

Besides, we are both convinced the baby's a boy and have been liberally referring to it as such. The Chinese Lunar Calendar (http://www.thelaboroflove.com/chart/cal.html ) says we're getting a boy so of course, we MUST be getting a boy, right?

Anyway.

So that's the first big, excellent news.

My life is good. I can't complain.