Two hearts that beat as one....

(I put a little arrow up there on the first photo...for those who have a hard time with this medium)

Whenever I think about the baby's heartbeat we heard yesterday (Friday), I can't get the stupid Stacy Q song out of head...

Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
I need you, I need you
Two of hearts
Two hearts that beat as one
Two of hearts
come on, come on

Does anyone else remember this song? It's from the 80's--I distinctly remember skating backwards to it at Viking Skate Country. Or, maybe that was Tiffany. I'm getting my 80's pop princesses all mixed up. In any case, those girls sure could belt out the tunes..."I Think We're Alone Now"...um...so, so good.

Yesterday was our first official doctor's visit. I'm happy to report that everything looks ship shape. Ryan was a bit uncomfortable during the "girlie" part of the examination, but he got over it when the screen displayed the cryptic black and white photos of our unborn fetus. I've seen many an ultrasound photo on many a refrigerator and I've never really gotten them. I've never been able to decipher anything--just black and white craziness. I guess I never really cared enough to sit and figure out what I was supposed to be seeing. The photos are too much like those pictures you have to stare at for a while and then an old lady's head pops out or a unicorn or something. Remember those? I sucked at those. I could never see what I was suppose to see. This time, however, and I guess it's because I have a real, vested interest in what I was looking at, I was able to clearly see a....well,.....a blob... that is our baby. Very cool. We also heard the heartbeat which was going so fast it made me tired just listening to it. I was able to see it move, but Ryan missed it--it happened really fast. Ryan is saying the baby is just like me...it doesn't like to move. Funny.

So, we confirmed that I am indeed pregnant. Good thing.

I've completely lost my appetite. I haven't been able to eat anything for the last few days. We went to the California State Fair last night and I couldn't even bring myself to get an eggroll on a stick. I just wasn't feeling it. Bummer. And tonight, it continues. Our good friends, Kristi and Dallas are in town and they brought over a Sacramento-famous banana cream pie from Frank Fat's and I can't do it. I can't bring myself to even nibble on the best pie EVER!!! Tragedy. Instead, I'm eating chicken noodle soup and sipping on water. Yum.