Well, for the past week I've had no energy. Zilch. Which is a first, so I took notice. And, the bean isn't moving as much as she always has. So yesterday, when we went for our weekly OB appointment, I mentioned our apparent lack of enthusiasm for being awake. The doc hooked me and the bean up to two big, stretchy belts with disks underneath them, squeezing her tight, tight, tight. Her little heartbeat started causing mountains and valleys on the printout that steadily flowed out of the top of the machine. As she left the room, the nurse said we were looking for 2 movements (and thus an increase in heart rate) within the next 10 minutes. The bean immediately started flipping out, skooching around, trying to get out from underneath the belts. The kung fu hands and feet were flailing. When the doc showed up at the 6 minute mark, the bean had already revved her heartbeat way up 4+ times. So all is fine with the bean. She's just thinking. About when to come out.
No comments:
Post a Comment