Dear Little E,
Your dad and I got to hear your heartbeat this morning. It was 150 beats per minute, strong, and beautiful. I'm sure I'll listen to the recording a million times before I get to hear it on the outside. Everything else looks perfect. Since we're seeing a midwife, there aren't quite as many appointments or tests in these weeks, so every little bit of news is so exciting for us.
You're growing and growing, though I've somehow still only gained a couple pounds. But I look pregnant! So we're happy about that. You're also responsible for changing my center of gravity... and I'm a little less happy about that. Because when we go on trail runs together with you leading the way, it doesn't end so well:
Ouch. Thankfully I fell on my side and not right on top of you, but the midwife still wasn't too thrilled and said no more trail runs... and walking would probably be better than running. I sure hope you don't inherit my clumsiness. It's embarrassing.
Well, you're the size of an apple this week. You can move all of your joints around and you're kicking around like crazy. I can't wait to feel you soon! And find out in 4 more weeks if you're a boy or a girl!
Stay safe, little one. I'll stay off the trails and do my best to make sure you do. :)
PS - Now I'm hearing how a heart rate of 150 means it's a girl... or is that an old wives' tale? Hmm... I could be wrong thinking you're a boy! We'll love you no. matter. what.