William Tell v. Pink Panther

Okay, I was so excited to hear my baby's heartbeat for the first time. It is the sweetest sound there is. They didn't tell me a number for the baby's heartbeat. But I remember Mary-Kate's heartbeat. It was like the William Tell Overture. This baby's was more like a slow version of the Pink Panther's theme song. It was a steady beat, but slower.

I have thought all along that the baby is a boy. The teachers at my school think so too. Yet, it really doesn't matter to me. (I thought Mary-Kate was a boy too.)

I am already showing, so my doctor checked to see if there were twins. (I seemed to be a little bigger than expected.) Nope just one baby. The 2nd time around I think you do show sooner. I do get sick in the mornings, now. But feel good the rest of the day. I get so tired in the afternoons. With a 3 and 1/2 year old, that makes it hard. Mary-Kate is so great to bring her toys where ever I am resting so that she can keep an eye on me. She has become a mother hen to me. It is the cutest thing evah.

I am excited about the baby. I do cherish the time that I have to spend right now with MK by herself to get her ready for the role of Big Sister. I talk to her all of the time about the little things. She thinks babies immediately are ready to play. I told her they aren't much fun at first because the sleep, cry, and eat a lot. She wasn't sure about all that. I remind her about not covering up the baby's face with blankets and toys. Babies have to breathe and want there space. Hopefully she is listening.

I can't tell you how much I love blogging and the friends I have made. When the world is so negative, it is great to come to a safe place to hear people lift you up. There are people that check on me with this blog more than some of my friends around here do. I appreciate you guys!