seventeen weeks

Yesterday, at seventeen weeks, I hoisted myself up onto the vinyl, paper covered bed and asked a doctor some awkward questions, which she assured me were totally normal occurrences. With the confirmation that my pregnancy is "totally normal" and the admonition to eat more potassium (a banana a day, keeps the restless legs away), we listened to the rapid thumpity-thump-thump of a tiny heart.

We still have a long way to go, but there's so much growing left for littlest Nowak to do, so it's worth the wait.