Tonight Davis and Tracy are doing a science experiment with food coloring. I told Davis that when you mix blue and red you get purple. Davis then repeated, “Daddy, when you mix blue and red you get purple.” Tracy’s response, “How do you know?” Davis replied, “Because Mommy said.”
Davis: Daddy are you 3?
Daddy: No, I’m 34.
Davis: Awww man…when am I gonna be 34?
Daddy: You just need to enjoy being 3 son.
I went to the doctor for my 14 week check-up today. I met with the midwife who was all-business. After asking tons of questions, she pulled the doppler from her doctor’s jacket pocket and began to move it along my abdomen. She moved it to the right, she moved it to the left, she moved it up, she moved it down and alas could find no heartbeat. My heart rate accelerated as she said let’s go into the ultrasound room. I think Tracy and I were holding our breath as she readied the machine and me. We all breathed a sigh of relief when an image of the baby popped up on the screen with a perfectly beating heart.
After locating the baby, she then took the doppler back out and was able to very quickly find a heartbeat – 150 beats per minute, pretty high, but she did say that it varies based on the activity of the baby. As we got into the car, I thought to myself, I wonder if this baby is going to be the unpredictable one, the prankster, the one that always keeps me guessing and sitting on the edge of my seat.
Davis has been using a new phrase over the past few weeks. He uses it when we are stuck in traffic. He uses it when he sees a driver who literally can’t drive. He uses it when something out of the ordinary happens. He sometimes uses it when I tell him some new information. I thought at first I was to blame for this new found exclamatory/interrogative statement. But, alas, it wasn’t me – apparently he picked it up from his Nana. So when you hear Davis say with much gusto, “What the heck is going on here?” just know that he doesn’t learn everything from me.