Time is flying. Though my body is becoming less and less my own (and as a result, more and more uncomfortable) and individual days seem long, it feels like I'll wake up tomorrow with a baby in my arms. We're 4 months out!
Which is a good thing. The puking that I've written far too much about here has not subsided, and in fact it got worse this past month and a half. We went to our friends the Oxford's house a few weeks ago, and Justin had to stop the car for an emergency evac on the way there, and again on the way home. Not fun.
I've been trying my best to avoid medication, but finally asked my doc what the side effects of anti-nausea medication would be. She thought for a moment, then said, "Well, you'll feel better."
"Write the prescription, please."
Since then I'm not totally puke-free, but I am having far more good days than bad days. This I can handle. Still glad I toughed it out rather than using meds when baby was still in its early stages of developing.
Justin, I should mention, has been a total champ through all of this . . . super helpful, very understanding, and the dude never complains . . . even when he asks what we're having for dinner and I respond by sticking out my tongue and turning green. He's been such a kick-ass husband so far that I should have known to expect it, but he's just surprised me in so many ways during what has been a slightly challenging pregnancy. He's going to be an amazing daddy.
Oh . . . and I should mention . . . Baby L is no longer an "it." :) We found out we're having a little boy, and he looked wonderfully healthy and on-track growthwise at the ultrasound — apparently he is an effective little parasite. I couldn't have been more shocked — though I had always wanted a boy, as soon as I was pregnant, I figured I would have a girl, because nearly all my friends have had boys. I was SURE IT WAS A GIRL. Ha. Shows you how much I know.
(It all works out wonderfully. I like blue and despise pink. And, we have a few boy names that we're agreed on. Girl names were hopeless.)
We have the crib up in the nursery, a put-together stroller out in the garage, and this is all getting more real by the day. And, in case my big belly and achy joints aren't reminding me, Baby's kicks are getting stronger every day. Justin got to feel a couple of kicks the other day, which was awesome.
Here's Baby:
Here's his mama:
Can't wait til he gets here!
