Sixteen-week appointment accomplished three days early. This time the doc heard the heartbeat with no problem, and declared it perfect. She also declared my weight gain perfect, though it seemed a little fast to me. But what do I know.
And I have an ultrasound appointment scheduled in two and a half weeks, when I should be able to find out the sex. Oh yeah, and make sure the baby's healthy, well-formed, and all that. Trivial stuff. I just assume all is well unless somebody tells me differently. Which they won't.
Strangely, I had a dream about die Frau's baby last night. Strange because she's only been married a few weeks, never mind pregnant, never mind with the three month old daughter she had in this dream. I actually wondered if die Frau's presence in the dream was an error and maybe it should have been Ouiser and her baby. But you can't question these things. In the dream, however, I did question the three-month-old's ability to speak in complete sentences. Die Frau attributed it to the fact that the child was, in fact, the daughter of an English lit teacher. To which I replied that my SiL is a reading specialist, but you don't see Baby J reading Tolstoy, or Proust, or even Dr. Seuss on his own, I dare say. Die Frau had no good argument to that.