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.
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.