Self-Portrait Tuesday: 14 Weeks - And Cole's All Wet

Here I am at 14 weeks. 

I heard the baby's heartbeat this today (it was a bit early at the last appointment).  It was the only time during the appointment that Cole stopped his fussing about being strapped into the stroller.  Too bad, Mr. Cole.  You cannot be trusted to roam free - especially around a doctor's office.

I also set up my ultrasound appointment for the morning of November 16th.  This baby better cooperate and let me know if it's a boy or a girl - I need to know one way or another what to do with that dangerously pink room of ours.

And here's my upper half.  I'm not too keen on photos of my face when I'm pregnant.  I think I look funny; puffy and pregnant and such.  I probably don't now, since it's so early in the game, but still.  Not a fan.  Oh - and ignore the bedhead.  I told the baby I didn't have time for a nap today.  The baby was not convinced.

Oh yeah - I have bangs now.  It's the first time I've had bangs since the 7th grade.  I'm pretty sure the whole bang situation is much better this time around.  (Anyone else remember the whole claw-bang phase in the early 90's?  Yikes.)

During my self-portrait Cole took advantage of the fact that I forgot to lock the water dispenser in the fridge. 

Generally he doesn't get upset about getting wet.  But he's a grouch today because he's teething.  I couldn't help myself - I had to get a picture of him standing there, howling, while his brothers laughed at him.

I'm such a good mom.