Impatient!

 I am impatient.
These little babies are so tiny...and all I want is juicy cucumbers, fresh and crisp, and tender, crunchy sugar snap peas...and judging from the size of these little guys, it's going to be a while....

Sigh.
I'm also impatient for my daisies to bloom

At least my lillies of the valley are blooming full-force. I brought some into the living room (and miraculously, the cats haven't eaten them yet) and they are dispersing their intoxicating fragrance throughout the house.

Speaking of impatience, I cannot wait to meet my baby.
I am impatient that I am experiencing many of the lovely pregnancy symptoms, as evidenced by the bounty from a recent shopping trip to Walmart (not to reinforce any stereotypes here, but I really did need all of that stuff, except maybe the pickles, and who can resist a jar of pickles that size for 3 bucks! And yes, I loved pickles before I was pregnant, ok?)

But it is still evident to only me, myself, and maybe my hubby a little, that I am carrying a real, live baby inside. See, this was me at 4 weeks:

And this is me at 15 weeks:

Yes, not much progress. Hence the impatience.
But my impatience at meeting my child was temporarily assuaged yesterday when my doctor, who is the best doctor ever, asked me if I wanted to do a quick scan to see the baby, "Just for fun?"
Who in their right mind would say no to that?! So I did get to see him (we still think it's a boy) and it was such a blast!!
Here you can see his spine and profile

 And here you can see him trying to kick and stretch out those legs, I think he looks a little claustrophobic in there:

Here are his little legs, or I should say long legs with big feet (he's taking after his momma) stretching out, with ankles crossed:

And here is one of my favorites, simply his little arm, with his hand balled into a fist:

I guess not much change is happening on the outside, but things are certainly happening in there.
Thank you God for protecting our little peanut!