23 weeks preggo... and I'm done. I'm joking, sorta. I love being pregnant and getting to bond with my baby and not have to share him with anyone else. But, I hate my hips hurting, the crazy emotional mood swings, the waddling, and not drinking coffee all day. This is my last baby. My doctor told me that because I have to have c-sections, that a fourth c-section is very dangerous and considered high risk. So some day I will miss being pregnant. I will miss feeling my baby move for the first time and the absolute thrill that ultrasounds bring, but for today, I'll dislike it strongly.
I had another ultrasound on Friday confirming 2 things: It is a boy and there is not more than one baby in there! Relief. Curtis got to go to this ultrasound which was awesome. I can't believe that in a few short months we will be holding Ezra.
Side shot of confirmation of boy-hood
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