An update

I visited the midwife today and it went well. Far better than my first appointment anyway! It's not like my first appointment was bad, I just was feeling so insecure about this pregnancy, and I thought the midwife would be more reassuring than she was. Today's appointment was lovely in comparison!

Really not a lot happened, the midwife looked for the heartbeat for what felt like forever and then was saying that if we don't find it she'll send me for an ultrasound today or tomorrow (imagine my stress! An ultrasound TODAY sounded pretty urgent to me...eep) but then, just before she pulled away, she found the little sneaker's heartbeat and we were all set at ease. Well, I for one was. She didn't seem too worried to begin with, perhaps because she had heard movements, but for me and my uneducated mind, I wanted a heartbeat! The heart rate at the ultrasound 4 weeks ago was 160, so nice and strong. Hurrah!

That's really about it. I like how the appointments are scheduled though. I have one in another 4 weeks (well, 4 weeks yesterday!) and then the big ultrasound a few weeks after that, and when I think of it in terms of weeks (rather than months) it feels like time goes faster. Oh, we also made sure to book the u/s at a place where they'll tell me the sex of the baby, so hurrah again! I can't wait to find out.

I'll finish this up now before I ramble on any further, and hopefully, maybe I'll post in a couple weeks.

Oh wait! I forgot a few fun things. That's right, I'm simply not capable of short blog posts! Last week Matthew and I celebrated our birthdays, so Matt's 28 now and I'm 25. That's starting to sound...respectable. Not like, "you're only 22 and you want to do in vitro???" or, "you're only 20 and you're getting married???" Yeah. I feel like reaching the quarter of a century mark suddenly makes me more credible, especially because I can now rent cars from anywhere I like, without a penalty!

We didn't do anything particular for our birthdays because we were away at Girl's Camp for the week, but I DID condescendingly agree to go out in a canoe and putter around with Matthew, even though I was convinced that I'm terrible at canoeing. It's a good thing I turned out to be wrong though! We had to rescue some girls who just couldn't go straight to save there lives so we did a bit of switching around, and then BOOM, there's Holly-of-the-weak-arms, canoeing sans Matthew, and STEERING too! I've never been prouder. My girl and I were doing so amazingly well, while Matthew went back with the other 2 rescued girls. We caught up with the big group and were on our way back, only 10 minutes left to go, when our canoe tipped. It wasn't my fault! But you know what? It was probably the funnest and funniest thing I experienced all week. The water was nice and warm, and even though I had one heck of a time crawling into another person's canoe without tipping IT too, it was all a riot.

Anyway, that's all I'll write for now, even though I've thought of more I could say. I'll save it for another day, so keep checking back!