16 Weeks

My sixteenth week of pregnancy has come and gone and it was by far the WORST week EVER since I managed to catch swine flu. Fortunately my prenatal appointment gave my doc the opportunity to prescribe an antibiotic so my suffering was only slightly less dreadful than it might have been otherwise. In spite my rib-splitting cough, a diet of broth, and agonizing muscle aches the baby bean is a-okay with a heartbeat zooming along at about 160.