And the beat goes on.

I messed up in saying that we had an appointment yesterday. It was actually today. We went, and after much jelly and wanding of the belly, we got our reward. A heartbeat, fast and furious. To me, it kind of sounded like the Jon Bonham backbeat to Led Zeppelin's "The Immigrant Song" (Come from the land of the ice and snow...Hammer of the Gods).

But I digress.

I am struck now by the reality of this situation. There is a baby. INSIDE OF ME, PEOPLE, INSIDE OF ME!!!! There is a person feeding off me, attached to me, LISTENING TO EVERY WORD I SAY.

Doesn't anyone else find this freaky?

I guess it's wigging me out because I don't picture the bean as a...well, as a bean. I picture him/her as a full-grown person. I don't know why, and I know it doesn't make any sense. But I have a 6-month reprieve from logic, so just go with it.

Anyway, we have a healthy heartbeat, and the uterus is doing just what it's supposed to. There is some concern about a fibroid tumor, which I will promptly Google after I'm done here, just so I can be sufficiently terrified. It may result in some problems when the baby gets ready to vacate the Trants hotel, but why worry? He/she can always pop out of my stomach, a la Alien. And then do a soft-shoe across the table, a la Space Balls.

Do I watch too many movies or what?