Jeff and I went for my first prenatal care appointment this morning. I am 7 weeks pregnant. My due date is Aug. 16, 2005. We go back in two weeks for the first look at our passenger.

Today they took lots and lots of blood to test me for all kinds of things. We talked about my fears, which were weight gain and my daily prozac. Jeff got to watch me get a pap smear, which was hilarious. I looked over and saw him and just started laughing my ass off. Talk about out of place. And when the bloodtakers took all that blood, Jeff was so lovely, holding my hand and telling me I would be ok. My first mate's capacity for sympathy is way beyond what I expected it would be. I am so pleased by that. I should have known, though, because he is a sensitive lovely boy.

Christmas came and went in it's own boring way as usual. I am not a huge fan of xmas. I wish I were. Jeff gave me a lovely glitterlimes bracelet that is way more great that I hoped. Oh course, it doesn't look great with my seasickness bracelets, but oh well. One nice surprise was seeing Heidi mypapercrane.com in the Old Navy while visiting my mother in law in Hagerstown! She came up to me and totally surprised me. I felt very shy for some reason, mostly because I was so surprised to see her. I almost didn't recognize her because i couldn't see many of her amazing tattoos. I hugged her and talked briefly. Maybe this is weird... but whenever I see Heidi, I want to move to a house near her and see her all the time. I mean, I hardly know her in the real world. But there is this thing about her that makes me want to spend time with her. Hopefully that isn't weird and stalky. Haha.

New symptoms of pregnancy this week: my boobs are filling back out (after having lost 70 pounds, they were a little deflated, having gone from a 42DD to a 38D) and are so frelling sore. All I do is nightmare that I can't find a shirt; I am so tired that I wanna go to sleep at 8pm; all I crave is cheese.

I am seven weeks pregnant. My hair is blue and pink and my panda ears are ploppy. I am wearing pink and burgandy. My passenger is the size of a bean from tail to head. I have decided on a water theme for the baby things. We have finally decided to not name it Shipwreck if it is a boy, even though Shipwreck was the best of all the GI Joes. The salty one, as Jeff says. My world is cold yet sunny. It matches my feelings right now. All I feel is the sick of being pregnant still, but I keep whispering to myself. "You are growing the future captain of a future ship. You are growing une serpeant de mer. You are going to have a leo, like yourself. God help Jeff who will live with two leos, two captains, two seamonsters."