Here we are, 12 weeks in, a trimester down, and much of the worry of miscarriage behind us. Dana heard the heart beat for the first time last Tuesday, the 17th, and according to the doctor all is well. We meet the new doctor this Thursday but we apparently have nothing to be concerned about with that because Dana says she looks nice in her picture. She's surprisingly picky about some things... others apparently, not so much.
Dana's still feeling ill but we (or I) have started to have fun with it. In case you don't know this about Dana, she'll take just about any dare you throw at her (especially if you provide decent stakes - she'll do ANYTHING for a new pair of jeans). I seem to have a strong enjoyment for your more pungent foods so a new meal time game with us is daring Dana to smell my food. Yes, strange I know, but she'll inevitably yield to my cries of 'smell my food, do it, I DARE you.' The frito pie last night... not pretty.
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