I had an appointment two Thursdays ago with my OB/GYN and everything looked great. I, being me, had a million questions for her ranging from the dumb to serious. She was patient and answered each one of them of course and really put my mind at ease over some rather small things I'd been worrying about. I will say it is just incredible how God designed our bodies.
During my appointment, per usual I got to hear the heartbeat on the doppler. I kept hearing a click and then static which she laughed and said was Baby G kicking. This does not shock me as the past two sonos I've had, Baby G did not stop moving. It probably was the sugar cookies I ate beforehand, but whatevs.
We headed to Babies R Us last night for a little baby recon, and we realized how little we know about caring for an infant. For instance, there are like 1 billion different types of bottles. How on earth do you pick one? I grew up babysitting a lot, but I never, you know, had to buy the bottles. I think we'll definitely be signing up for one of those newborn classes that the hospitals offer. And let's not kid ourselves--I'll be calling my mom a ton.
We find out whether we're having a boy or girl on October 6th. Then let the games begin!