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.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around what it will mean to have two little boys running around with a newborn.
It all happened so quickly, from my OB appointment that morning to delivering my 7 lb 4 oz, 19 inch-long baby boy at 5:48 p.m.
How in the world could I have been that far along and not realized it?
I’m not one of those mamas who will look put together during labor or during her stay in the hospital.
Oh dear husband, you are very welcome that I’m not the type to get crazy hormonal and cry at a pin drop or get upset and dramatic about little things.
Oh little Beau. I can’t wait to meet you and see what your little personality is like.