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Miss Emma’s been fighting a 102 temp the last two days, so no FF for us this week.
BUT, it’s times like these that I literally thank God for Tylenol and Motrin, which can turn my sick baby who woke up clinging to me for dear life into her (almost) usual self…
Have a happy — and healthy — weekend everyone! :o)
One of the greatest joys of my heart is when Jeff comes home from work. Emma hears the garage door open, runs into the kitchen, and jumps into her Daddy’s arms for a big hug and kiss. What’s even better is watching Jeff’s eyes light up and his heart melt. I know it is his favorite part of the day.
Babe, you are an amazing father, and I know Emma feels very special every time she is with you. Whether you are reading her books, wrestling with her on the ground, letting her help you, or playing “rock-a-rosy” (translation: ring-around-the-rosy), she knows Daddy always has time for her.
Thank you for being such a great Daddy to our little bunny. I know your love will only multiply with this next one. And so will mine.
Happy Father’s Day. Love you!
Christmas 2006
Quiet time with Daddy
Easter 2007
“She just ate!”
Daddy’s little helper
Feeling safe in Daddy’s arms
Kisses in the sun…
with a face like this:
…and eyes like this!
Now that I’ve built up these ultrasound photos so much, I know you’re going to be disappointed. I know I was. But posts like yesterday put it all in perspective — my baby looks healthy!
Here is our attempted profile shot:
I was so spoiled after Emma’s first ultrasound photo. Isn’t it just too perfect?
Unfortunately, Baby B #2 decided to get all snuggly with Mommy’s placenta during the photo and video portion of the visit, which means we got great photos of the back of his/her head, an ear, and an arm.
We did get a quick grin, but I admit this photo is a bit scary without all the baby chubs:
The good news is Baby cooperated fully for the measurements. Everything looks right on track and there wasn’t “anything suspicious.” I saw a little heartbeat, piggy toes and very busy legs. Daddy claims to have seen something else floating around, but he said that last time too. We both did, and now we have Emma! I guess I’ll let him think what he wants… ;o)
My doctor’s appointment was the day after my u/s, so we had lots of reassurance that all is well. I gained 2 lbs, which puts me at 8 lbs so far, and I measured at exactly 20 weeks. Heartbeat was strong at around 144. I remember Emma’s heart rate being faster, so I don’t know if that indicates sex or not, but I have to admit I’m getting curious. My “gut” says boy, but my girl name just feels right. That’s exactly what happened with Emma, so I don’t trust my instincts at all.
Any guesses?
