Another day, Another...checkup?

Once again it's time for the lovely (seemingly redundant) checkup with the doctor.

Seriously, I don't know why we spend our money to do these things. I mean we go in, we wait (and honestly, waiting is the LONGEST part of these visits), blood pressure and other assorted pokes and prods, doctor comes in, heartbeat, everything's "normal," and off we go.

Well, actually, off Tammie went. I unfortunately had a football game (yeah) last night, so I couldn't go (and I would have much rather gone with Tam to the doctor than the football game...). Thank god everything is "normal," because if there had been a problem last night, there was no way that I could have gotten home to be with Tammie, and that is what worried me the most.

And in reality, I do know why we go to these "seemingly redundant" doctor's visits. We go for the reassurance that everything IS "normal," that the baby and mother are healthy and doing well, and to hear that unbelievably fast heartbeat ("normal" though...everyone assures us it is "normal"). We also go to remind ourselves why we are having a kid and to dispel all those thoughts of, "Oh my God...what were we thinking?!" All it takes is a tiny heartbeat and a little kick (to Tammie, of coarse...I don't get kicked by the baby, just Tammie) to remind us why and makes us happy all over again.

Thanks again for your well wishes and prayers. Keep them up...they are working!

PICTURES!!!

Finally...geez, you would think this was hard or something. Turns out I had the correct software all along, just too blind to read the right numbers off the scanner. Sorry!

So here's a little refresher. To the right is Little Baby Acuff at about 7-8 weeks. Tiny little thing...you can barely even make "her" out (I say "her" instead of her because at that time we didn't know. I realize that this is semantics, but I'm writing the blog...you'll have to just deal...okay?).

And know we have Little Baby Acuff at 20 weeks. My how they grow. Soon we'll have to move her into a bigger place (about 5 months from now I'm guessing. And now I can say her because we know. See how this works? Science!).

Heard the heartbeat again. Little Baby Acuff's was racing (about 161 bpm!), but mine skipped. Tammie and I ask ourselves all the time "what were we thinking," but everytime I see these pictures and hear that heart I know why. Everyone deserves to create a little monster...uh, I mean child...of their own.

But for the final coup-de-grace, here is my absolute favorite picture. Pam always said that Tammie used to suck her thumb when she was little. Like mother, like daughter!

There are a couple of other pictures, but one is just a bit creepy (I really, REALLY is...trust me. Those "3D" images aren't always the most flattering) and the other shows "girl" parts. I think I'll keep that one between me and Tammie. A girl has to have some modesty!

Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. So far you all have been doing great. Everything is in perfect order, all tests are good, and both mom and daughter are in good health. Thank you, everyone, for your support and well wishes (now if you will just start sending the supply of diapers that will be desperately needed, I would be forever grateful).