B.K.

So that's the name a co-worker has given to the embryo. Short for Baby Kenny, of course. At first I thought it sounded weird--I kept thinking "BK Broiler" and Josh was reminded of British Knights shoes--but it's kinda sticking now, so that's what the embryo will be called for now.

I had my first appointment today. They basically just made me take a pregnancy test again (still pregnant!), and asked me a couple questions before asking me to make another appoinment to meet the nurse midwives and discuss the pregnancy further, do tests, etc. I'm pretty excited about the hospital. They've had nurse midwives there for over 35 years... Yay! I'll be damned if I'm going to be strapped to a bed when giving birth. That's the worst idea ever, why do people not realize that more often?

I'm having awful nausea and heartburn and cannot wait for it to go away. Sometimes it's so bad I have to just stand because laying down, and especially sitting, make me so crazy sick I almost throw up. Egh. Josh thinks I'm weird because I'm eating way less and very limited foods, but the nurse today said it was totally fine and normal at this point. So, nyah!

On a non-pre-natal note, here's a pic of Marley being adorable. He's reacting to a hand vacuume. Competition? He was barking like crazy, which was hilarious because he usually NEVER barks.