Here I am at fourteen weeks pregnant, officially into the second trimester, and my baby is alive and kicking! I mean, I can’t actually feel it kicking, but it’s doing something of the sort. Squirming, at least.

Can’t see anything? How about a closer look:

Still nothing? Yeah, I don’t see much either. But let’s compare to two months ago (when it was hot and I wore a tank top; now I refuse to wear anything that isn’t warm).

A little bit of difference, right? I mean, you can no longer see my rippling abdominal muscles. Although it could just be bloating. That is very, very possible.

The first trimester was okay. My relationship with food changed a lot and I dry heaved more than I ever have but at least I never threw up. I gained a grand total of one pound and slept a lot. I discovered I am anemic and am now forced to take iron supplements. I put my vegetarianism on hold (although I still only eat meat part-time) because it was too new to withstand all these changes and I didn’t want to stress about food. We skipped the screening tests for genetic disorders and I found a new OB that I love. We’re starting to make decisions about the future like what kind of birth we want and names.

Our baby is apparently now the size of a lemon. It is constantly moving around (as I saw on the ultrasound) and has a good, strong heartbeat. We don’t have a nickname for it, and we haven’t decided yet if we’re going to find out the sex. (We probably will.)

I am feeling mostly great these days. I sleep well, I eat well, I work well. I’m trying to use this time to get things accomplished, because I don’t expect this energy to last. I still go to bed super early, but that also might be because I have to wake up before 5 a.m.

David is so incredibly cute when he talks about becoming a dad. When my doctor offhandedly mentioned a book about nutrition to me, he brought it home that night. He bought a parenting book for himself. He tells everyone the one name that we both like (for a boy, because it will be a miracle if I produce a girl) even though we haven’t even considered other names and we’re far from decided. He’s making positive changes in his life because he knows that soon he’ll be an example for our child. I can’t wait to see him as a dad.