Chin Whiskers... am I pregnant or a cat?

When I fell on the stairs last week I did NOT hurt the baby. My appointment the next day for my 16 week checkup went beautifully and the baby's heartbeat was as strong as ever: between 154 and 158.

Onto the next installment of "Being Pregnant is Weird" crap: today I woke up to about 5 chin whiskers. I'd be embarassed to share this but it was just so odd that I can't help but to extrapolate. I had a rogue 1 or 2 chin hairs before getting pregnant that I would pluck every couple of weeks or so and it was no big deal, but this morning I looked like a damn cat! I'm not even kidding when I say each hair was at least a half inch long (HOW LONG WERE THEY GROWING THERE?!).
Some of you may turn away in disgust now and the rest of you who are like me are more than welcome to collapse onto your keyboard in fits of purple-faced laughter.
Some days I admit that I have a hunch that the baby is a girl and then days like today I wonder if this is from extra testosterone... or just plain hormone changes in general. I really can't make a guess. Even when I dream I don't even give it away to myself; I always see a chunky blonde baby with beautiful green eyes and it has been a boy in a couple of dreams and it has been a girl in the last couple dreams as well.

In 3 and a half weeks I'll be 20 weeks pregnant and we go to see our baby's arms and leggies and all of the baby's other body parts... except for the between-the-leg bits. We want to be surprised and I am saying this like 5 times when we are finally in the room with our ultrasound tech next month just to make sure they don't say anything, label anything or show us anything. I am going to have to look away when they check for the baby's sex because I have looked at so many ultrasound photos and videos that I would know if I saw either set. At this point I wouldn't be disappointed either way but I would be disappointed if I knew; I'd be the only one... and I can't keep things like that to myself.

Please promise to exclaim my bravery in the face of the hem-and-hawers in response to my new status as a cat. I only share because googling this morning offered me solace in the midst of other catlike mommies-to-be and I wish to pass on the feeling. Thanks.

Guess what...

One month ago, I was late.
I knew when I felt the mittelschmertz September 5th that I had ovulated--on the right (where there's no tube)--and I thought it was just a wasted cycle. There was no way an egg from the right would travel all the way to the left tube and be magically met by Shawn's gametes, fertilized and then proceed to implant in my womb. Right?

I had taken tests on the 15th and 16th which were STARK white negatives. I just "knew" that is wasn't going to happen yet again. But when I got to work on the 17th, something just wasn't right. Still nothing and no sign of the bitch.
On my lunch I went to the grocery store and purchased a test, went back to work and took it. It looked like nothing, as usual, so I set it on top of the TP dispenser and pulled my britches up. I looked again...

OMGWHATWHATWHAT was my first reaction. Then the tears and giggles; I just stared in disbelief. I had been OH-SO-WRONG.
So wonderfully wrong!
We were finally PREGNANT!!!

I went to tell my boss I had to leave an hour early, and when 3 o' clock came around I left and went to see Shawn on his break. I set the test in the passenger seat of the car. He got in and saw it, "What is that?"
"It's positive."
    "How many do you have to take before it's in there?"
"One. This one!!! It's not an OPK; we're pregnant!!!"

Tears and laughter ensued.
Our first appointment was this past Monday, the 15th. Here's our baby: