I love this little baby that squirms around and kicks in my belly.
Her last heart rate was 151. That's about average for her.
It doesn't seem like she's settled into one position yet, the majority of the time I feel kicks on my left side, but she rolls with my at night and kicks on whatever side I'm laying on.
We're so excited to meet her. Skylar is going to be the best daddy. He already loves his little girl so much.
I started riding my bike to work. It's only 7 blocks, but still took a lot of persuasion on my part to get Skylar to let me go, he wants me to wear a belly helmet. I'm not quite sure how that would work, he's just concerned about his girl. So I'm a lot more cautious, and ride a little slower (partly because I just get tired faster), and we went on a little ride around the neighborhood so I could prove to him that I'll be alright. I did get the green light from my doctor too.
I love being pregnant, I love every kick, punch and movement I feel. I like that I can't bend over very easily anymore because I have this big belly in the way, I love that my clothes are getting tighter and more uncomfortable, and I love that it's just going to get worse, or rather, better, because it means we're closer to seeing our little princess and she's growing like she should.
