I had another doctor's appoinment for baby #2. Everything was great - doctor found the heartbeat using the doppler, and the rate was around 150bpm. I always love hearing my baby's strong heartbeat. The doctor keeps telling me that I am making his job easy - I go in there, rarely have any questions for him, we listen to the heartbeat, and then leave. Pretty easy! Next appointment is April 20th when we find out the sex of the baby! Really looking forward to that!
I do, however, need to talk to the doctor next time I go in. I have been experience heart palpatations. I assume that they are the same ones that my mother and sister and Aunt Patti get - benign MVP's. I have felt these occasionally in the past, but not often. However, over the last few weeks of pregnancy, I have felt this palpatations much more often. Last Saturday, they were really bad. I don't think there is anything to be concerned with - I just think that I need to mention it to my doctor.
I dropped Brooke off at Grandma and Grandpa's house the other weekend so Jeremy and I could go out and look at furniture for a few hours. When we got there, she was talking about going swimming in their pool - but we told her that it was too cold, and that the pool wasn't open and that she needed a bathing suit. As I was walking out the door, she told me she wanted a pink bathing suit. Apparently, she thought I was leaving to go and get her one! When I came back from furniture shopping, Dad kept telling me that Brooke was saying something all afternoon, but they couldn't understand her. They said it sounded like Blue Cheese. I had no clue what he was talking about until Brooke looked at me and said something about going swimming and her "boot seat". Apparently, she couldn't remember the words bathing suit, so she said boot seat instead. I thought this was really cute.
We went to see Disney Princesses on Ice at Rupp Arena this past weekend. Brooke loved seeing all the princesses come out and sing and dance on the ice. Her favorite was snow white. She was very well behaved - sat in her seat the entire time, and watched the show. I was really amazed at how well she behaved...especially for a two year old. But, I have to say - she really does listen and behave quite well. She's going to have a busy upcoming few weeks - the circus is next weekend, and then Sesame Street Live is the weekend after that. I hope she behaves at the next events as well as she did this past one!
Jeremy and I have been out shopping for new cars....and boy oh boy has it been a task. For whatever reason, I don't want a minivan. I am not sure if I am trying to hold onto my youth, if I don't want to be a "soccer mom", or what. I know there is no logic behind my reasoning - because me reason for not getting a minivan is just because I DONT WANT ONE. My logical side of me (which prevails most of the time) says that a minivan is the way to go. I know this. I should listen to Logical Danielle. So why can't I? Not sure. Maybe I need to seek professional help? Not sure. Maybe I just need to suck it up and get a stupid minivan and call it a day. Not sure.
All's I know - I don't want a minivan. I swore to myself up until three months ago that I would NEVER drive a minivan. Now, logical danielle is shining through, and the thought is being disgustingly considered.
When Jeremy and I went out this past weekend and looked at cars, my pregnancy emotions got the best of me. We looked at a Honda Pilot, and when I realized that it was not a vehicle that I really wanted, I cried. I cried because I saw a minivan in my future. I cried because I didn't want a minivan. After a few minutes, Jeremy calmed me down, and we decided to look at a few other places. He looks at me again, sees me crying. He asked why I was crying....it was because I saw a stupid minivan. Then, my crying became laughter. Wow, thank you pregnancy hormones!! But, logical, realistic, practical Danielle knows that I am being ridiculous. And maybe, for some reason, this is my last stand to be irrational, unrealistic, and impractical? I don't know.
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