Waltzing Matilda

I promise I won't name my baby Matilda.

But he/she has a heartbeat!!!! And it's three times as fast as mine (hence the waltzing). The doctor said we'd be lucky to hear a heartbeat at 10 weeks, but guaranteed to hear one at 14, so I didn't really have my hopes up. But there it was, woozh-woozh-woozhing away!!! Talk about a thrilling start to the day!

I told my coworkers today, and they are all very happy for me. I've gotta tell you, I'm feeling much better today than yesterday. I practiced my violin tonight for the first time in months, and while it wasn't all that pretty, I played stuff that I just enjoy hearing. It was relaxing and satisfying, and I think Baby liked it too. :) I like the thought that I'm playing an instrument that vibrates through me - even though he/she doesn't have ears yet, maybe it can feel the vibrations? who knows.

PLUS, I decided that my March blues were in fact being caused by lack of exercise. This is just what would always happen after basketball season ended in February during high school, and it's pretty much what I've been going through - going from exercising hard nearly every day to almost nothing. Apparently, getting my blood pumping hard does wonders for my psyche. Or even if I've just decided I know what the cause is of these miserable "blah" effects, I feel better about fighting it. My doctor said I probably still shouldn't run all that much, but that I should try to do whatever I can ("If it hurts, don't do it." "...but what if it only hurts a little?"). And since we've heard a heartbeat, there isn't much (short of picking up a cocaine habit) that can cause the baby to miscarry at this point.

Hooray! SO much happier than yesterday.