It is still so hard for me to wrap my head around the idea of having a little girl in this testosterone-filled house.
And just like that, another month has passed and I’ve hit the halfway mark…20 weeks…5 months.
James has wanted a girl so badly, so much so that I think he’d be willing to keep having kids until we got a girl.
Compared to a month ago, I’m feeling great, which is crucial for keeping up with the Rowdy boys.
It was a tough first trimester and I’m glad I’m finally coming out on the other side.
My heart was clenched with fear and worry, and even though I wanted to let go, I couldn’t.
As every pregnancy, and subsequently child, is different, I should have realized that every postpartum experience varies as well.