The baby and I are doing well. He is finally big enough to get his heart rate using the togo monitor. I love hearing his consistantly strong heart beat. I'm about 21 weeks now, just three more to minimum viability. I think we are going to make it.
Aric and I had a nice Valentines Day. We don't celebrate the holiday, but Aric and Krystal cut out pink, red, and white hearts and taped them all over the door. I am very blessed to have such a great husband and daughter.
I had a nightmare that I was back in the restaurant trying to find things and failing. I was unable to find a bottle of white wine and someone ordered a stuffed burrito. I was trying to tell the lady that we don't have stuffed burritos in Italian restaurants. I had told the table that I would take good care of them, and getting upset because I could not do what I had promised. I find it interesting that when I dream of being out of control it's always in a restaurant. Unlike my usual dreams I know this one represents my frustration with not being able to control the situation.
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