Happy Anniversary, Baby, Got You on My Mind….
Does anybody remember LRB? I used to love them. Well, I still like them, but haven’t heard them in years and years.
Five years ago, today. Las Vegas. Fools for Love. April Fool’s Day! (There is method to my madness. It’s a date that’s easily remembered.)
A Vegas wedding would have been the last thing on my mind, had I married in my twenties or early thirties. By the time I reached my late thirties, all those youthful fantasies of fairytale weddings had long since dissipated.
But enough about weddings and youthful fantasies. Today I heard the heartbeat again!! The doctor put the doppler to my belly and in all of two seconds, there was that beautiful whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! pow! whoosh! pow! that I love so much. (The pow is when the little peanut kicks. Such an active little thing!)
The results from the last screen came back with nothing out of the ordinary. The fetal medicine folks still recommend the detailed echo, and that’s fine. My doctor said that women of age with diabetes sometimes have higher rates of infants with cardiac abnormalities, but not to be alarmed. There’s nothing so far to suspect anything of the sort. The detailed echo would just provide a little more information. It seems that all is well on the baby front, even in the face of statistics, so I am VERY thankful!!
I gained two pounds. That part is a disappointment. But after the recent food frenzy, it shouldn’t be a major surprise. And yes, the frenzy continued, because we dined out tonight to celebrate our marital bliss. Mexican food. Gadget’s favorite. (Next to pasta.) The wild boy even behaved himself, for the most part. I think he had about three bites. Next time I won’t order him his own plate. Once we were back in the car, he immediately started snacking on his Cheerios. Some people’s kids.
