Well...I had a little scare on Saturday. I noticed
Naaman Jack had been moving less than normal for a few days. So...just in time for the weekend...I had myself all worked up with no doctor to talk to. I called the on-call nurse and she told me to drink a coke or something with sugar in it and head to Triage at the hospital. Of course Brad was out of town on one of his many work trips so I was pretty darn freaked out and had to drive myelf. I downed a V-8 fusion and drove as fast as I safely could. Once I got there...in tears, out of breath, and barely able to speak, one of the nurses immediately hooked me up to the monitor so I could hear my sweet baby boy's heart beat. God is SO good!!! Turns out everything is okay and he is looking good. The boy just decided to take a few days to sleep and grow I suppose?
Here is the belly at 30 weeks...only 10 weeks to go!
Brad decided he wanted to go on a walk one hot, hot summer evening. We packed up the dogs and drove to a nearby park so they could run around leash-less. It was SO stinking hot! We left the house at about 6:30...the temperature outside still a steamy 99 degrees...what was he thinking? And with his pregnant wife in tow?! I will say I was not the only one exhausted and overheated by the time we finished...both dogs slept like champs all night!
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