Sunday, August 5, 2007
Since all our books and sites have been suggesting it, I decided I'd try and hear the little monkey's heartbeat this morning (I would have last night, but I had just finished slathering anti-stretchmark lotion on my wife's belly and didn't want to get my ear all greasy). The tips say to make sure everything is quiet, and first thing in the morning is about the only time around here for that. So I had my wife lay down and I pressed my ear to her belly. First all I could hear (and feel) was her heartbeat, slow and steady. I repositioned myself lower and listened again, it felt like forever, but it was only a few seconds. My sense of sound moved on past her heartbeat tuning it out, until. . .
Wow. . .
Posted by I'm Not Skippy at 12:45 PM