After all the trauma of life the last couple of years, I was pretty sure this day would NEVER, EVER come, but it seems it has.
We’re 16 weeks pregnant and the ultrasound we had yesterday seems to indicate it’s a man child.
I am 100% excited about the fact that we’ve finally made it this far and things appear to be perfection. The pregnancy so far has been pretty easy breezy and with the exception of a couple of weeks of stomach issues thanks to a slow digestive system, I haven’t been sick at all. Not a single instance of morning sickness, food aversions or the unbelievable exhaustion that usually accompanies the first trimester. I am definitely more tired than usual but not EXHAUSTED like I was before and my immune system seems non-existant as I seem to get every single cold or bug that’s going around, but overall I have no complaints whatsoever.
As for the boy part, full disclosure, I’m about 70% excited about the boy part. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE LITTLE BOYS and I’m so excited at the possibility of one and having the oldest be a boy to look after his younger sibling(s) (maybe more than just one) BUT my entire life long I have always just known I would have a girl first. There really wasn’t ever a doubt in my mind that my oldest child would be dressed in pink from head to toe. Ha. Hahahaaaaa. Hahah. If the experiences of the last two years have proven anything to me it’s that God is trying very hard to point out to me that I don’t always get my way and this little guy is no exception. I actually had a feeling the whole pregnancy that it was a boy. I kept telling Matt that I just knew it wasn’t going to be my little girl and that he, and his Dad, and my brothers and most of my friends would get their way and I’d end up like an apple tree growing a banana. I guess I was right! Now, no matter what I am SO grateful to have what appears to be a healthy pregnancy that should end in an actual baby, unlike before, but there is a small twinge of disappointment that I didn’t get my little girl – which I’m sure will completely disappear over the coming months and for SURE as soon as I meet him.
In honor of getting this far and knowing the gender, I FINALLY allowed myself to start clothes shopping and yesterday I bought two of the most adorable little boy outfits and I’ve been scouring my baby board on Pinterest separating out the (very few) boy nursery ideas that I have in there, and I’m actually getting more excited the more I think about it. And while we haven’t actually discussed it since pregnancy number one, the name we agreed on most was our boy name so unless Matt changed his mind, we’re all set there.
As usual I’ve been writing blog posts throughout the pregnancy over at my and I will be publishing those later today. I read over them again and realized I’m SUPER repetitive, especially when only blogging once a week or less often, so sorry about that! There are ultrasound pics and all sorts of randomness going on over there.
So there you have it. It seems the baby aspirin and progesterone paid off and we are well on our way to being honest to goodness parents. Now if we could just get the dog to sleep through the night before July…