Tuesday night, pre-storm. Jenelle's zonked from a day of school drama, packing boxes for a classroom move, and creating a human in her belly. The loft is warm, cats are around, and Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros are singing "Home" on youtube.
We got to hear baby yesterday and the pulse is slowing as he (or she, you infer-ers) grows. I anticipate an inverse relationship between baby's heart rate and mine. It's also amazing how easy it is for doctor to find now; that first appointment with two minutes of prodding had me kinda nervous. (Speaking of elevated heart rates I played Upper Perk hoops last night. It was fun but, as ever, I was completely exhausted by the end.)
Tuesday, January 25, 2011