158

158 was a number that I longed to hear after my morning yesterday.  158 beats per minute was baby #2's Doppler reading yesterday.  It gave me so much peace of mind. 

Yesterday I was rear ended.  Hard.  I will spare any of the dramatic details but I hit my head pretty hard and was more shaken up than anything.  All I wanted to know was if the baby was ok.  I wasn't feeling any pain nor did I experience any spotting but my mental state was just not good-especially at this point I am not feeling baby kicks every few minutes. 

I went to the doctor (the accident happened right near work at the hospital) even though they said everything was probably fine.  They said I could come in if that would ease my mind after the nurse heard how upset I was over the phone.

I was that crazy pregnant lady-although not too crazy I think!  The nurse who always checks me in and gets my vitals was there for support and because she just wanted to see if everything was ok too-how sweet!  As soon as the Doppler was on my stomach we heard it-the thwump thwump of the heartbeat.  158 beats per minute.  Thank the Lord! 

The rest of the day I relaxed, was a little sore, and I found myself extra weepy.  Call it hormones, call it gratefulness, call is self pity-whatever it was I was glad everything was ok.  Someone is testing me right now but don't they say God doesn't give us anything we cannot handle?

So now I am left with more of an inconvenience really-dealing with insurance and all that jazz after we just got through it with the house is not something I am looking forward to right around the holidays. 

BUT I will not let it get me down.  I am blasting the Christmas music extra loud, hugging my Lilly extra tight, and moving on.  Today is a new day.