Bad blogger, bad!
Also, I am an AIM slacker, and don't even get me started on the Twitter account I created and updated exactly once. Yes, I've been doing...whatever I said I was doing on there...since around Halloween. Aren't you excited?
So, in updated news, I got to hear the baby's heartbeat last week! That was amazing...I wasn't expecting to hear it so early, because with Mary, it wasn' t until the 16-week appointment that they could pick up anything on the doppler. But this time, the baby was co-operative...he/she also kicked the doppler, but I can't exactly blame the little one. I'd be curious, too. The heart rate is strong, between 150 and 160 bpm, which, if you go by old wives' tales, makes this another girl. But we won't know for sure for a few more weeks. I am excited to find out!
Part of me wanted to be surprised. This is our last baby. At the same time, if this is a boy, I need to paint and do some shopping. I am on pink overload, and while I don't have an express issue with boys in pink, I think little jumpsuits with "Daddy's Little Girl" on them might not rest so well with Daddy.
Today, Miss Mary threw an absolutely amazing temper tantrum because - ready? - I refused to let her eat a who-knows-how-old bit of waffle she unearthed from her hiding place beneath the radiator behind the hamper. I have NO IDEA how it got there, because she is not allowed food in our bedroom, but there it was, and you should have HEARD the drama when I took it away from her. Both Tim and my mother are getting a good laugh over the fact that I am, apparently, raising myself.
Still have not found a new church. I need to start expending more effort in that department, I really do. It's hard, though. Mostly because I don't feel like I can get a feel for any new church right now. Mary will not sit through an entire sermon, which means bringing her to the nursery. And I am not comfortable just leaving her with total strangers, which means *I* would wind up in the nursery, too, and boy, what a way to pick your church! 'Well, the changing tables were nice, but I'm just not sure about the pack-n-play/infant ratio...'
Yeah. Bedtime.
So, in updated news, I got to hear the baby's heartbeat last week! That was amazing...I wasn't expecting to hear it so early, because with Mary, it wasn' t until the 16-week appointment that they could pick up anything on the doppler. But this time, the baby was co-operative...he/she also kicked the doppler, but I can't exactly blame the little one. I'd be curious, too. The heart rate is strong, between 150 and 160 bpm, which, if you go by old wives' tales, makes this another girl. But we won't know for sure for a few more weeks. I am excited to find out!
Part of me wanted to be surprised. This is our last baby. At the same time, if this is a boy, I need to paint and do some shopping. I am on pink overload, and while I don't have an express issue with boys in pink, I think little jumpsuits with "Daddy's Little Girl" on them might not rest so well with Daddy.
Today, Miss Mary threw an absolutely amazing temper tantrum because - ready? - I refused to let her eat a who-knows-how-old bit of waffle she unearthed from her hiding place beneath the radiator behind the hamper. I have NO IDEA how it got there, because she is not allowed food in our bedroom, but there it was, and you should have HEARD the drama when I took it away from her. Both Tim and my mother are getting a good laugh over the fact that I am, apparently, raising myself.
Still have not found a new church. I need to start expending more effort in that department, I really do. It's hard, though. Mostly because I don't feel like I can get a feel for any new church right now. Mary will not sit through an entire sermon, which means bringing her to the nursery. And I am not comfortable just leaving her with total strangers, which means *I* would wind up in the nursery, too, and boy, what a way to pick your church! 'Well, the changing tables were nice, but I'm just not sure about the pack-n-play/infant ratio...'
Yeah. Bedtime.