Weekend review and a heartbeat!

This weekend was a big giant blur.  It poured on Saturday, and since my dog is a terrified of getting wet she refused to get out of (our) bed and slept all day.  I can't complain much though, since all I wanted to do that day was catch up on old episodes of the O.C. and nap.

She looks hungover, but really this is her sleeping like she's possessed. 

On Sunday, we went looking at plots of land for our new house.  I guess that means I've given in to Tim's wishes and am letting him build the house.  The issue with this (among many) is that the plots of land that we love are all in subdivisions with very active HOAs.  Our favorite piece of land is one acre surrounded by trees and away from any busy streets.  But the HOA won't let us build a fence, which is a must-have for Miranda, who already finds a way to escape past our six-foot fence.  The minimum square footage for the first floor is 2,800 square feet, not including garages, and trucks cannot be parked in the driveway.  Roofs must be steep, which is fine but kind of a pain in the ass anyway.  Even the mailboxes must be the exact same throughout the neighborhood.  They have rules on what kind of pets you can have and how many you can have as well.  Basically, cats or dogs only, limited to two, and they can't be loud.  HAHAHA have they ever met dogs before???? My dog loses her shit when she sees a squirrel. 

Tim and I are middle-class people.  I drive a Toyota for crap's sake.  While we would probably be able to meet most of the requirements for the HOA, we would easily be the poorest people in the neighborhood.  I would really love to move into a neighborhood where we fit in, and more so a neighborhood where Baby "C" and any other baby we have can feel comfortable.  I want a neighborhood  where we can put up a playhouse and swingset in our yard without it getting approved by the HOA.  I want my dog to be able to bark like a normal animal if she's chasing a rabbit.  I guess it's time to keep looking. 

Goodbye, lot

But I guess the big news was this morning when we had an ultrasound for little Baby "C'.  I was nervous, especially given that I was still on antibiotics that increased risk for miscarriage.  But when we got there, our baby popped up on the screen and our nurse immediately found a heartbeat.  Baby "C" is going strong at 188 beats per minute.  Thank God.

When I first saw Conner and Benjamin on an ultrasound screen, I immediately knew they were boys.  It was just shy of 6 weeks, and we were looking for a heartbeat.  At this point, we thought it was only one baby because we had only found one sac the week before.  All of a sudden, there were two heartbeats!  I immediately started calling them my little guys.  I knew they were boys, especially after those little minions shocked us with two heartbeats.  I have never been right about the gender of a baby before until I had my own.  There was no way they were girls, I just knew it.

So, I have been waiting to see Baby "C' and hear the heartbeat.  Tim has been saying from the beginning that he thinks this baby is a girl.  I saw the baby.  I heard the heartbeat.  I think this baby is a girl, too.  I mean, I've been wrong more times than not so I wouldn't put much weight on it, but I have a feeling I'm going to be referring to this baby as a "she" from now on. 

Pretty fuzzy, but pretty beautiful

Next ultrasound is on Friday, then I get transferred to my OB.  Moving right along :)