We had an appointment last week and the doctor couldn't find the baby's heartbeat. It sucked for about five minutes, but they did an ultrasound and we got to see our little peanut in there, heart beating away. I guess he or she is just stubborn. Like Daddy. Because God knows I'm totally reasonable at all times.
Let's see...not much else is new. We are tiling our tub surround and our bathroom floor this weekend. In our only bathroom. Which is, by the way, the most important room in the house to a pregnant lady. So....yeah.
The Boy and his brother are doing the actual work. I'm eating a lot of cookies and watching the True Life marathon on MTV. I've watched people addicted to Adderall, people with insomnia, and people who are geniuses. I need to get a life.
Anyway, I just thought I should post something for the three of four readers who have come back recently. I'll try to pay attention this week and find something good to write about, I promise. I just know nobody wants to hear about my indigestion, swollen ankles, and inability to remember ANYTHING. It's like the baby actually ate my brain.
