One day at a time, one week at a time. We're moving along, but still haven't hit the magical 12-week mark when the risk of miscarriage goes down dramatically.
Mr. Mom is doing fairly well, though she is still struggling with feeling queasy, but hungry - no wait, queasy and hungry....? You get the idea. I, on the other hand, feel the need to be parent of the year, and help with everything, which drives Mr. Mom crazy. Pregnancy is awesome!
The little pumpkins are 10 weeks 5 days today, and looking more and more like humans rather than tadpoles. They've lost their tails, and their facial features are nearly in the right place.
