Week 12– the “magic” week to some people–starts Saturday. Today, at 11 weeks, 5 days, we heard the HB again, nice and strong. Despite reassurance, I immediately started to have one of those sneaky second-guesses… what if the doctor mistook my HB for the baby’s HB? Why would I insist on thinking that? My doctor has been practicing since the late 70s, and she seems very competent. I’m just a paranoid freak, and I guess I better get used to that.
In other news… we are liking our dishwasher quite a lot! It’s very nice to have dirty dishes out of the way while they are waiting to be washed.
I finally saw Waiting for Guffman, the only Christopher Guest film I’d never seen. It was HILARIOUS… and of all the people who might read this blog, Maria Flores, you better rent that movie tonight if you’ve never seen it.
We’ll be seeing my folks at a wedding in Maine this weekend… I’m still not in the mood to tell them. So it’ll stay a secret a while longer. And in case you are wondering, there really is no belly to speak of yet. I only gained a pound so far.
Hurrah for the magic week! Emmad, might I suggest that you and Mr. SC do something to celebrate making it to this milestone? I know you and I know you’ll keep on worrying, but why don’t you two take one evening to celebrate this achievement and make some plans. I don’t believe that this would be tempting fate… just knock on wood a couple of times during the evening like Shellad taught us and all bad vibes will be dispelled. CELEBRATE!
Waiting for Guffman is the best of all of Christopher Guest’s, and thanks for thinking of me! I actually saw it for the first time in Pittsburgh, and became an instant fan! It sort of reminds me of that scene in American Pie that cracked me up (and still does), the one with the family portrait. Oh my!
Do your parents not read this blog? I am sure it is safe to tell them, and they will be excited. I understand the freak-outs. The wildfires in CA convinced me I contracted asthma in two days’ time. I kid you not, I went to the ER. Turns out it’s probably “just” a panic attack.
Ok, then. Happy 4th!