This is the start of week 7 (according to my calculations anyway). In the past, week 7 has always been when things seem to fall apart, unbeknownst to us. With the first pregnancy we found at at almost 10 weeks that the baby was only measuring 7w6d. With the second pregnancy, we found out at 12 weeks that the baby was only measuring 7w4d. So, entering the 7th week is obviously a little nerve-wracking this time around. But, I'm trying to stay positive. Regardless, it's hard to not constantly wonder what is going on in there now that we've reached this point.
In other news, I came *this* close to completing one of my Bucket List items this weekend. Last week I signed up to take a CPR class through the Red Cross. It was suppose to be tomorrow, but I received notice yesterday that the class has been cancelled. I'm disappointed. It took a lot of nerve for me to actually sign up, so it's a bit of a let-down. It doesn't look like another one is going to be offered in my area for at least the next couple months (unless I want to travel 20 miles and go at night, which I really don't want to do). I feel like CPR is something I should probably know how to do. I really want to learn it before we have kids in case, God forbid, something would ever happen. Hopefully I'll still have a chance to get this done before September. If not, I was watching a talk show the other day and they touched on CPR. They said if you aren't sure how fast to do chest compressions, simply sing the song "Stayin' Alive" to yourself, and do the compressions to the beat. Makes sense to me!