I've been cheating on my doctor, with myself. I brought the doppler home about 3 weeks ago and have been listening once a week since. It's so amazing hearing baby's heartbeat and knowing that it's ok in this little body. Heartbeat this week was 160 BPM. The old wives tale suggests if it's over 130, it's a boy. Clint says he would hate for me to get off so easy and have a boy the first time.
For those who don't know the story, our marriage was pretty much based on the fact that we would have to have a boy to carry on the Bowen legend. Needless to say, I'm a little nervous about getting my father's bad luck. However, 5 girls later, he had a boy, so there's hope. Eek.
Feeling pretty good the past couple weeks, only dry heaving every other morning now and I have a bit more energy. I'm finding myself more irritable. These hormones are no joke. Today I was in Target reading happy cartoon-like birthday cards for my nephew and blubbering like someone had just punched me in the face. It's a rollercoaster trying to decide what mood I'm in and I experience every emotion at least once a day. Unstable much?
It's weird to see how my belly is ballooning, slowly but surely. I broke down and bagged up all my cute, skinny girl clothes in anticipation for the monster tumor I will soon inherit. It wasn't as depressing as I thought and actually made me feel good that perhaps after this child comes I will no longer have to shop in the juniors section for clothes that fit. Lord knows some of the new trends just aren't quite my syle. The new belly band is really comfortable and I feel like a rebel not having to button my jeans. I feel quite exposed after eating and occasionally it slips up, showing everyone what flavor underwear I'm wearing that day. Quite embarrasing but entertaining for a good read.
That's all for now, can't wait to see how far along I am and finally expose to the world I am pregant.
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