I hit 31 weeks yesterday. It’s so funny. My week “changes” on Thursdays. Through the weekend, it seems like the countdown drags on. And then about Wednesday, I realize I’m only one day away from subtracting another one! And then I’m shocked how fast it’s going by now. I’m feeling pretty healthy and happy. Our little one is very healthy at the moment, so now we’re just growing. Some days I’m not sure if I’m growing the most or just coming in second. And I swear some days, it feels as though we’re growing more than once. It’s a very weird emotion to like growing because of what it means to be making a healthy human. On the other hand, watching the growing of my body is somewhat troubling too. That’s probably a post for another time…
For now, however, it’s time to share what we’re having in June!
Before this whole thing started, my husband and I both admitted to one another that we thought a little girl would be wonderful. And then I went to my first ultrasound appointment and completely lost my mind. I’m not one to freak out or become overly emotional. But walking into that appointment (and the next one actually) brought me so much anxiety. Was my baby healthy? Had I screwed it up somehow? What if something was wrong? And on and on. My husband was there, holding my hand and even he was surprised at my tears. I realized in the process of those two appointments that I didn’t care if we were having a boy or girl, I just wanted us to be healthy.
Hilariously enough, almost every single friend and family member guessed that we were having a girl. They could feel it. It just made so much sense to them that we were having a girl. They almost convinced me. Except that we totally aren’t having a girl! Mid-June, we’ll be adding a (hopefully healthy) baby boy to our small family! I’m sure he’ll have long legs like his dad and I’m willing to bet he’ll have tons of hair on his head just like both of us.
I’ve decided he has my sarcastic sense of humor and pragmatic thought process. Or at least when I speak to him and for him, that’s what I assume. I mean. He’s been stuck with me for months now, so I must have rubbed off on him, right? Anyway, we’re doing well and I cannot wait to meet him. I feel him push out and I gently rub or push back to let him know I feel him. I talk to him throughout the day. In fact, my husband makes fun of me, saying that our son’s first word will be “what” because I’m always asking him what he’s doing when he’s wiggling around in my belly!
Needless to say, we’re super excited to meet him. And while I am only starting to understand how our life will change, it seems doable and I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else by my side!