Thursday, February 4th, 2010
Womp womp womp... Yesterday I got to hear my baby's heartbeat for the first time. It was pretty uneventful, unfortunately, it seems that the rumors are true: some things are just less exciting the second time around. Especially since it's been less than two years since I had the first one. "Do you have any questions?" the doctors ask. "Ah... no. I was JUST here, people."

But it was still cool to hear that baby. Because really, up until yesterday, I kind of tend to forget that I am pregnant. I was nauseous for a while, yes, and my skin looks like it did was I was 18, yes, but otherwise I pretty much just feel regular.

And while hearing the heartbeat didn't blow my mind like it did the first time I was pregnant, it was definitely reassuring. Being pregnant is stressful. I am worried that everything I do is somehow affecting my baby. And the jury is out on just about everything. Can I use this kind of skin care regime? Some say yes, some say no. Can I color my hair? Eh, yes and no. It's a little bit like my worst nightmare.

So I've been drinking Dr. Pepper (don't worry, not more than one a day YES THAT'S OK), and using prescription skin medicine (it's ok too, I used it before and my doctors okayed it), and I worry that I'm doing something wrong. So to hear a good, strong heartbeat felt great.

Then I went out and got a Dr. Pepper. It's so good, you guys.