Where were we?
The headaches have started, and they are inhibiting my ability to write coherently. I will soldier on for you, Internet, if you will please forgive me my poorly-worded phrases and grammatical errors.
Today I heard the mighty Ninja's heartbeat.
I even videotaped it, but I am talking pretty loudly throughout, so it's incredibly hard to make out with all of my shouting.
But it was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
You are a baby, Ninj! With a little heart and everything. I can't quite wrap my head around that.
And yes, you are making your mama queasy and lethargic and achy and weepy: but still? I think you're all right, kid.
(Last night I lay in bed crying as J rubbed my head, attempting to ease the pressure in my skull. "Maybe," I sighed, "the tougher the pregnancy, the easier the baby." "Yeah," he said softly. "Probably." He lies because he cares.)