I heard the baby's heart beat today. About 160 to 170 beats a minute.
We scheduled an ultra sound in six weeks.
I've been feeling tired and unmotivated. I'm taking a little apparent hiatus from the gym. But I need to get my butt back in because I think I've gained about three pounds.
Well, part of the reason for the hiatus was because we celebrated our ten year anniversary on October 7 and then my birthday on October 14. I think the chocolates and other things may have contributed to the weight gain.
But I heard something inspiring from an unlikely source last week.
Our five-year-old son is taking karate from an instructor who I haven't been that impressed with because I get the feeling that he tells the 5-year-olds to do things that they aren't old enough to do. Like, "Now take your left foot and put it back and then hit with your right hand...." My kid isn't going to know his right from his left yet.
But anyway, the instructor showed up to teach class with crutches because he had recently hurt his ankle when he jumped down from somewhere and landed on it wrong. He was telling the kids not to give up. He says encouraging stuff like, "what's a black belt?" "It's a white belt that never gave up."
So, then he says, "See, I'm here trying my best even though I'm on crutches. And that what you all need to do. Just do your best. Never give up." ( or something to that effect)
It made me think...here I am pregnant again. I should take his advice and do the best I can do. Yes, I'm pregnant again and it's not "as fun" to work at while pregnant, but that doesn't mean that I should give up.
Now that it's getting colder (can we say, 'wimpy, wimpy, wimpy') I don't feel like going out in the cold. You'd think that with all my living in the north, I'd have a backbone of steel. Ha!
Well, I'll let you know how it goes.
Keep up the work, folks.
Never give up.