I have been super busy with school lately so I haven't had much time to update, but here it is. Sorry to keep you waiting.
I can feel our little guy move everyday. He seems to have a pattern of when he likes to kick. He kicks me every time I sit down telling me, "Hey Mom buy some jeans that don't push on me all the time". I live in sweats unless I have to go to work. Looks like I will be buying maternity clothes sooner than I thought. He especially likes to kick me every night when I lay down to go to bed. I will take the abuse because it reassures me that our little guy is there and doing good.
I have an appointment Tuesday. Just a 4 week checkup, not aware of anything special at the appointment but I will definitely let you know what happens. I can't wait to hear his little heart beat again.
As you can see in the pictures, I am starting to show more and more (so is daddy). I am so excited about this. I have been waiting for him to make an appearance. I am sure you will notice me touching my belly more now too, it's a habit. I don't know if it comes with being pregnant or it is just me being weird. There is just something so comforting about rubbing my belly knowing that the little guy is in there. It especially helps when I have had a bad day or I am stressed, it makes me feel so much better knowing that I have a miracle on my hands.
Other than that I have felt the same, a little tired but very happy to have the opportunity to grow a human being. I look at Kenny all the time and say I can't believe we made something this special.
Thanksgiving is coming up soon (THIRTEEN DAYS!!!) I can't believe it, the holidays will be here before you know it, then baby boy will here. I am so excited to see family that I haven't seen in a while and celebrate with them.
I have amazing family and friends that still continue to spoil our little guy, which I will post pictures of that soon. One thing at a time - haha.
Please keep a friend of mine's family in your prayers, they have lost a dear and young family member. I have experienced loss before, but nothing like a father, a brother, or a husband and I could not even begin to imagine what they are going through.
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