Yesterday, my fiance took the day off from work to go to our daughter's doctor appointment. When we got there, Carolina was hungry! And since I breastfeed I figured I would wait until after her appointment and just get her to calm down enough to get through the appointment... Well that didn't work so well, she was mad. And she had to get 3 shots! A mad, hungry baby with needles poking her!
She does this kind of cute thing when she really gets mad. She will push as much air out of her lungs as she can, and then take a big gulp of air and scream as loud as she can. Lately, her loud is getting louder and louder. I remember when it used to be that you probably couldn't hear her one booth over in a restaurant. Now, she can scream bloody murder.
Well, her poor right leg bled a little bit (and it got on her outfit that I'm not too fond of anyway, so it didn't really matter, haha), and her left leg didn't bleed at all when she got her shots.
After leaving the doctors office, I had to text everyone the good news! She is 23 1/4 inches tall, and 10 lbs 9.6 ounces. For the past week I've been weighing her and guessing her height. When I got a tape measure out, I measured her twice (in her bassinet, I put her feet up to the end and measured to the top of her head) and got 23 inches the first time and 23.5 inches the second time. So, I was right! And I also guessed her to be between 10 and 11 lbs. I was thinking about 10.5 lbs, and my moms scale said she weighed 10.6 lbs, so I was right there, too! I'm so good at this. If only she didn't seem heavier. That's probably the worst part of it all.
My fiance and I were driving through the town that her doctors appointment was, and he just so happened to spot a little light blue car that he thought we might like (we have been thinking of getting a new car because ours is a 2-door). We stopped by the car and he got out to check out the car. A salesperson came and talked to him for a bit. And then we got conned to going inside (with a newly hungry baby, again...) to find out the price of the car. The guy was really nice to us, but when he got his manager to help with some financing questions, his manager was really pushy and not nice. Like, we had made it clear we were not leaving with a new car that day. But he just kept pushing the subject. And once we talked about our car a little bit, he said that he really wanted our car (an Honda Accord), and would give us an extra thousand if we got the new car today. Luckily, my fiance said no (I don't really want that car).
That manager was really pushy and it was not exactly a good experience car shopping (the first time I had ever gone and also talked to a salesperson seriously about a car).
Well, I need to get off here, the baby's crying! Talk to you later!
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