So the last four times the midwives have tried to listen to our baby's heartbeat they have come up empty. Try as they might, little Babeleo just refuses to be doppled. According to the midwives this is no big deal. Apparently some babies just hate the sensation that the doppler monitor puts out. When they sense it, they squirm away, making it nearly impossible for anyone to listen in properly. Of course, they can still detect movement (and plenty) so that generally reassures us that kiddo is doing just fine.
I'm starting to see a pattern here, and I can't help but wonder if this is some kind of clue to Babeleo's personality. I've been on high kick alert lately, eager to get Scott Bobleo in on the experience of feeling our baby move. Now and then this kid really lets me have it, and when he does, I quickly move my hand down to see if I can feel the kicks from the outside yet. As soon as I do the little stinker either stops, or swims over to another part of my belly and kicks me there instead. It's sort of like playing whack-a-mole with my own stomach.
Even when we had our ultrasound Babeleo made a valiant attempt to avoid detection. He/She tucked themself up as tight as could be, and drilled down as far as possible into the bottom of my gut. Tucked behind my placenta, Babeleo made it tough for our midwife to get a good look at all their bits.
In other news, my baloney craving was off the charts last week, so I decided to do something about it. Since I can't have real cold cuts, I bought myself a package of vegan cold cuts instead. On bread, with mayonaise, it really did the trick. Here's to getting what you want, and doing what you want. Babeleo seems to have already figured that bit out.
Nobody puts Babeleo on the doppler. Nobody.