Dear Munchkin,

Supposedly, at some point this week, your heart will start beating.  It'll be a while longer before Daddy & I can tell, though.  I think we'll be okay as long as you keep up your end of the bargain, Munchkin.

Last Saturday you completed your first 5K, and in (what was for us) pretty good time: 35:37.  We beat Daddy by a step or three; he decided not to sprint the last few meters.  As a result, Mama got her reward and birthday present all rolled into one: we got a PS3 Sunday.  Unfortunately, YOU won't get to play with it for a long, long time; we want you outside playing with the dogs rather than cooped up indoors with video games. 

Still no significant morning sickness or fatigue to deal with yet.  There have been little instances, but Mama's not sure if that's in her head or for real just yet.  Her sense of smell isn't QUITE as strong as it was last week, but that might be her peculiar biochemistry kicking in rather than any indication of a problem.  After all, she gets used to medicines WAY quicker than most folks, causing the doctors to spend lots of time modifying the dosages.  (Drove my doctors nuts when I was suffering from depression a few years ago.)  She's hedging her bets, though; she has ginger (candies, cookies and tea) and saltines at the office AND at home, and has some acupressure bands for the nei-kuan points on her wrists.

Now get cracking, Munchkin!  You have a lot of growing to do.

Hugs and kisses,

Mama