I can’t even begin to explain the absolute pure joy that rushed over me when I went to my 12 week ultrasound this past week. My little baby was jumping, waving, and even sucking his/her thumb!
Steve’s thinks the baby is a boy…I’m convinced the baby is a girl. My face is puffy (already!) and I’m pretty much nauseated most of the day, both of which never happened with Frankie.
Frank thinks girl too…sooooo…we’re probably right. 😉
Driving in the car yesterday, Frankie goes: “Hey mamma, how’s my baby doing?”
He’s already taken total ownership of this whole big brother thing. Looove it.
How far along?
Yes and no…a combination. I didn’t need maternity cloths with Frankie until I was 17 weeks along.
But alas…my tummy has definitely popped MUCH quicker!!
Nausea at night. Puffy face!!
Up a few times in the night but I’m falling back asleep pretty quickly.
Best moment this week:
Seeing my little one on the ultrasound machine. It was incredible!
Real lemonade, anything sour.
Have you started to show yet?
Wedding rings on or off?
One word to describe this week:
Frankie’s BIG brother status:
He’s thrilled and always asks about the baby. When he asks me to carry him upstairs and I say no (he’s a 42 pound 3 year old), he responds by saying “but the baby really likes it when you carry me!”