Kick-o-rama ought to be the title of this weeks post. Only this time around, the kicks are low. Real low. Like so low Willy has to put his hand down my pants to feel those little thumps and punches. I read that this is fairly typical for second pregnancies. Something with the muscles dropping. What do you know, more sagging. Ha! I’ve also been battling a cold and have been exceptionally tired this week, having to nap when Hooper naps, which is usually when I clean up, blog, do laundry, edit photos… So ya, I feel a bit behind and I’m surrounded by one messy house. But I’m feeling better. Now if only I could get through the night without that post-nasal drip making me hack up a storm. Willy would enjoy the better rest too.
Psst… today is my last chance to find out the sex of our baby. I have my first appointment with our new backup OB (who I don’t plan on seeing past this point) and have opted to have a 20-ish week ultrasound to confirm that all the parts are there and growing and all that good stuff. I have this terrible inner turmoil brewing. I’m dying to know the sex of our baby, but I also LOVE surprises and there really is no greater surprise… rrriiiggghhhhtttt? Oh temptation is horrible. Today I have a love hate relationship with technology.