Friday in the middle of the night I decided that the baby hadn't been moving as much as normal, so I started semi-freaking out. Since Mike had to work at 5am, I didn't want to wake him up. I decided if I had to go into the hospital, I'd just sneak out and tell him what was going on when he woke up. That's kind of mean, I know. But I figured it would take forever just to get there and get processed, so I'd let him sleep for the time being, and if I needed him to come, he could come then. Luckily, it didn't get that far.
So I got up and ate something, and waited. I went outside with the cat and sat with my Princess Fiona feet in the pool. It was still a zillion degrees out - at 1am. She moved enough in the allotted time given as per my baby literature, so I went back to bed. I still couldn't sleep and wasn't convinced nothing was wrong, so at 3 I got up again and did the same thing. Ate, then waited. This time at least it had cooled off outside. Again, her movements were appropriate, but I still felt uneasy. I knew I was going to the doctor Monday, and since she was within the criteria I decided to wait until then, and change my appt from 4pm to as early as they could see me.
I told Mike about it the next day and I think he's asked me "Is my baby moving?" every 5 minutes since then. It must be weird being the Dad of something inside your wife. Anyway Saturday night we went to the outdoor Rock Yard at Fantasy Springs Casino to see the Chili Peppers cover band. When they were through with their set another cheesy band started playing covers for the after hours stragglers I guess. Surprisingly, she liked them better. She really started moving. The music was cool, they played some Metallica and AC/DC, but I couldn't take the singers voice anymore so we left for home.
Sunday her movements were pretty normal all day, so I decided not to move up my appt up and kept the 4pm appt. I told them what (I thought) happened, but that she had been okay since, and they suggested we hook up to the monitor to see what she looked like today. Well she was just going loco while I was in the waiting room, so I knew they were going to think I was crazy. Sure enough her movements were good, "beautiful" to quote them. They also did an ultrasound to check my amniotic fluid levels, which were good as well. I didn't get out of there until 6pm!
Oh, I also asked if they could guesstimate her current weight. The doc felt my belly and said she was defintely 7 pounds, sumpin ounces. With less than 3 weeks to go, I wonder how much bigger she'll get!
Her Daddy painted her bedroom over the weekend. We're a little behind where I'd like to be on it ideally, but we moved Chase out of that room and into the former guest room, which took some time. Now that he's all set up in there we were able to move ahead on her decor. Here are a couple first pics: Image1 and Image2.
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