It was the best of times...

well, it’s not really the worst of times. I’ll just leave it at that. Pop quiz, what is the origin of that quote? It is but a small part of a major opening line...moving on.

There really isn’t anything to speak of currently. We did have our first official appointment with our midwife on August 26th and that went really well. She just addressed any concerns that I had and we talked for about an hour. Next appointment is September 23rd and we’ll supposedly be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat. I’m still torn between the use of a doppler and an old fashioned fetoscope (pretty much a stethoscope). Maybe use the doppler for September’s appointment and switch to the fetoscope thereafter. I have a few weeks to think about it, but it would be nice to hear the heartbeat (or have Suzy hear the heartbeat).

We’ve started our cloth diaper collection and let me tell you, it is difficult to not buy all the super cute girly ones. I will admit that I did buy two girly one, but I figure if we have a boy then we can just make sure his bottom is covered and no one has to know that he’s wearing Hello Kitty. Steve just shakes his head at this. :-) I also hope that out of the two kids we plan on having that one will be a girl. Fingers crossed.

I haven’t had any terrible symptoms and I’ve still only blown chunks once. I do feel nauseous a bit, but that’s really no big deal. Everyday at school, we do the Pledge followed by the National Anthem and I legit thought things were about to get ugly while I was singing today. I was lucky though and held it together. I don’t think the kids would have let it go if I would have puked during the National Anthem. All in all, everything is going pleasantly well. Symptoms = good = lets me know that everything is ok.

On an unrelated note, GO TIGERS!