We had a doctor's appointment last week.
I've gained 6 pounds so far.
I'm assuming that's alright since no one told me to start cutting back on Wendy's Natural-Cut Fries.
(My new obsession.)
Baby Madzar's check-up was quick this time.
We were listening for the heartbeat and the doctor found it within seconds.
160 beats per minute.
Swirling, pumping static has never sounded so good.
Dr. Pierson said I should feel Little Madzar's kicks and movement in the next month.
Now I'm all alert.
Sometimes when no one's looking, I'll poke my protruding tummy.
Always hoping for a poke back.
But nothing yet.
All in due time.
Joe purchased wood last week to start his workings on the nursery.
In just the first night, it was already looking so good.
All of the paper sketches he's been showing me for weeks were coming to fruition.
I was finally able to see what he had been envisioning this whole time.
Nothing less than perfect, I might add.
I'm sort of starting to feel like myself again.
A real person if you will.
Although I still tire very easily, I'm going out with friends again.
I'm shopping again.
Running errands again.
Baby Madzar leads the way but I'm not far behind.
One last thing.
Mark your calendars for August 17.
Fingers crossed, that's when Baby Madzar becomes a he or she for us.
We'll know whether to buy the pink or blue triathlon gear.
And Mama Mel can finally start to pick out some fabric for the nursery.
|Boy or girl, Baby Madzar will hopefully never experience a bad perm like seen above.|