What a Week!

Once again I'm late for my update. Unfortunately I don't have a 22 week pic, but it's almost time for week 23, so I'll just post that on Sunday. Let's see, where to begin? My little girl is getting stronger and stronger and making her presence known. She kicks a LOT, and sometimes not in the most comfortable places. I guess I'm getting bigger by the day and my brain doesn't have time to realize I take up more space now. I was cooking last week on the stove and needed a cup. Our cups are in the cabinet above the stove (up high above the microwave), so I had to reach up to grab one. In my old body this would not have been a problem. In my pregnant body, my belly pressed into the hot skillet. Yes, I burned my baby. I know she didn't feel it but I sure did! So now I have a burn running across my belly. P says it looks like a scar from getting my appendix out. Lovely.



Thursday I had a routine doctor's appointment, and all is well. If you're not familiar how routine appointments go, it's pee in this cup...step on the scale...blood pressure...and listen to the heartbeat. Usually it takes me ten minutes. But this time took longer due to my little girl's attitude. The nurse uses a doppler to listen to the heartbeat which is just a wand and a little speaker so you can hear that amazing thump thump thump. They have to actually count the beats to get the bpm (I guess they're not high tech enough to have one that automatically calculates it). So I'm laying there with the goo on my belly while the nurse is poking around trying to find the heartbeat. She finally found it and started counting, and then we hear a big BOOM come out of the speaker. Yes, my baby kicked the doppler. She doesn't like to be poked. I thought it was hilarious. So the nurse tries to find it again (b/c she still needs to count), and as soon as she finds it, another kick right to the wand. It took about 5 tries before my little girl tolerated the poking long enough to get the bpm. I'm happy to report she's a healthy 150 bpm. And apparently very fiesty.



Another update, not as fun as the others, is all of the craziness that's been going on with dad. He went in for a routine physical on Monday and the Dr. heard something funny in his heart. He sent him over to the hospital for some tests, and it seems that dad has a heart arrhythmia. Right now he's still at the hospital waiting on the plan of action. We're pretty sure they will just release him with instructions to take aspirin, but we're waiting on the final word. P and I stayed down there Monday and Tuesday night, and left mom to fend for herself in the hospital the rest of the week. Dad feels fine, and is VERY ready to be home. We're all very greatful the doctor found it (since dad had no symptoms) and that it seems like everything is going to be fine. I'll let everyone know when he gets released.



Since I don't have an "official" week 22 pic, here's one taken at P's soccer game on Sunday: