Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

We heard Ziggy's heartbeat at our appointment this week, and now I secretly want one of those doppler listening thingies at home so I can listen every day! I wonder if put my hand on my stomach there if I'll be able to feel a pulse like I can in my wrist?? A friend of mine recommended that we try to record it, maybe on our cell phone or something, and of course in the moment I just didn't even think about it. Oh well, maybe next visit.

The heart sounded good at about 145-150 beats per minute, which is just right. Ziggy was active and flipping around a bit, making it tough for the midwife to keep track of the him/her, but she found it for long enough so we could really hear it and trust that all is well.

I continue to feel well, which is such a blessing. No pukeyness and only a little bit of tiredness. I prefer an afternoon nap rather than not, but who doesn't?

I did call Joe on my way home from Target one night recently in tears and warned him that I may not be trusted in there without a chaperone anymore. He responded with, "What did you buy?" I think his real question was, "How much did you spend?" :) I assured him that I made it safely out to the car with our credit score still intact, but that I had wanted to buy everything soft and fuzzy and cuddly in the baby aisle. I couldn't believe how lucky we are that I found the exact perfect blanket and sheet set that will complement our completely nonexistent nursery with the precise color scheme I've always been dreaming of for our firstborn child!

Thankfully we both have a solid sense of humor and my hormones have induced nauseating levels of sappiness, not rage. So far so good.