Whelp, no baby yet. I tried eating spicy food at the Bombay house, then going for a walk, and shooting some hoops with Ryan. No results.
No, really I'm not overly anxious to get going on the whole delivery thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally wanting to meet our little one and see that she's okay and everything, but anxiety and all that.
Lucky Monica has it all over with, so congratulations on you little mister!
We bought a camcorder the other night, so that is fun, I think. I hate being videotaped. I can't act natural and Ryan really loves to videotape. So our little star of the show better get here soon so he has something else to zoom in on.
At our last doctor's appointment we almost did get sent to the hospital, though. The doctor listened to the heartbeat for a really long time and said it was too fast, but then when he listened to it at the end of the appointment, it had slowed down. She had been moving a ton right before we went in. She does that, she has little spurts of crazy moving. Now it makes me nervous every time she starts wiggling so much because of the heart rate thing. Oh man, what are we in for? We have a hyperactive. That's one reason they didn't find the heartbeat the first time they checked and we were sent to ultrasound; because she wouldn't hold still long enough for them to find it.