Baby Starr and the Alien Face

Our eighteen week ultrasound showed us the baby's face. It looks sort of creepy, if you want honesty. Baby Starr will, naturally, be the most adorable baby in the history of babies, but his or her first portrait was a little startling.

Still, the baby is actually starting to look like a baby in there and not some sort of blob that's just hanging out in space. We got to see the baby's spine, organs, and hands and feet. It's always sort of a thrill to hear the baby's heartbeat. There's this whole little person in there, with thoughts, who's dreaming and breathing and squirming around in there and it's just weird. Omar is way more fascinated about this process than I am, probably because he's not the one on the verge of falling asleep, puking, or peeing every five minutes.

I've been suffering from rotten heartburn the last couple weeks, which is so not fun. Plus, everyone keeps telling me I'm going to get an appetite again, but I'm never *hungry.* I eat because I know I should. The food aversions still exist, so I'm not enthusiastic about eating. Omar is still a saint about the cooking. I can't take it anymore and he's been so good.