My common sense has up and left me. It took with it my ability to reason. I’ll give you an example:
My doppler arrived yesterday. Coolest little contraption, except it probably needs to come with its own 12-step program because addiction and obsessiveness is inevitable. I decided to try to find the little tadpoles heartbeat around nap time today. Only took me a few seconds to hear the womp-a-womp-a-womp-a. Ahh, such a sweet sound. Then, in an instant, it was gone. OMG, my baby just died. That was my first thought. Then, common sense decided to make a brief appearance and remind me that the tadpole probably did not like being smushed within an inch of its life while I laid there listening to its heartbeat. After a few minutes, sure enough, just to the right I was able to find the heartbeat again (they can move around you know…). I then told the tadpole I would leave it alone….for the time being.
Anyone with a SHRED of common sense left would never have thought that her baby instantly died at the exact moment she was listening to its heartbeat during nap time on a random Thursday afternoon. Geez, I don’t know where my common sense went, or if it plans to return, but I’m not sure I can live with this sketchy woman currently taking up residence in my body.
P.S. I’m over summer. I’m over the heat, I’m over the no-schedule lifestyle, I’m over feeling like a prisoner in my own home.
P.P.S. I had a craving for those Little Debbie Oatmeal Cookies. Just returned from the grocery store. Just finished one. It was glorious. And a perfectly acceptable meal during the 1st trimester. That is all.
P.P.P.S I probably won’t want another one. In fact, the thought of another one now makes me queasy. I hope Hubs enjoys them.