I am utterly useless. I'm surprised that I've gotten anything done at all today.

I keep wandering to pregnancy websites. I know that the ______ (baby? bean? peanut? pumpkin? bub?) is somewhere between the size of a sesame seed and a peanut. I'm concerned about these crucial first 8-10 weeks passing without my knowledge – I need to get on pre-natals with a bunch of folic acid NOW. I'm gonna go to Walmart and the bookstore after I get done at the doctor's office this afternoon.

I'm going to see my regular doctor this afternoon to discuss my current meds and figure out which ones are safe for me to take. I have the first appointment I could get with the OB/GYN practice that Dr. Wellborn's office recommends: Tuesday at 3:00. It's at their office on the San Martin Hospital Campus – but future appointments would be at the Henderson office location.

I'm seeing a male doctor. Don't know how I feel about that – but I'm more concerned right now with just getting in to see someone and confirming the pregnancy and finding out for sure how far along I am. I'll deal with changing doctors (if necessary) later.

Paul got his hours changed to 7-3 tomorrow, so he's gonna FLY from work to the appointment. I'm hoping that they're running late, and that the ultrasound part can happen towards the end. I'm sure they're used to this kind of stuff. More than anything I wanna hear/see a heartbeat tomorrow, and I want Paul there with me.

I'm nervous, scared, and getting happier. Every time I see my reflection now I think “there's two people there.”