What's heaviest on my mind this week is the ultrasound. I am excited for it, of course. But also maybe beginning to wonder if this baby is healthy. I'm trying not to be anxious about it, but I feel like I've spent more time thinking about this in this pregnancy than I ever have in the past. With the others, I don't remember worrying so much about whether our 20 week ultrasound was going to reveal anything other than a beautiful, small, healthy little baby.
And of course, we're still debating about whether or not we want to know if this baby is a boy or girl. I've been around long enough that I think I've heard all the pros and cons each way, but so far, none of them has been enough to solidify a decision. The jury's still out.
Finally, at 17 weeks, I am beginning to feel like I am getting my energy back. At least some of it. I am starting to feel like I can once again become somewhat of a contributing member of this household. Cooking dinner might not be as monumental of a task as it was last week.
But maybe part of my problem has been that I am simply not getting enough water. Each day, I vow I'm going to be better about hydrating myself. But then I think of how much time I'll be spending in the bathroom, and my resolve crumbles like a muffin in a toddler's hands. It's so hard to make myself drink the stuff when I know it might mean that I'm using the bathroom every 20 minutes.
We spent Memorial Day Weekend in the mountains this year. That's pretty insignificant except for the fact that we did go for a hike- and I did manage to carry Sweetest P in the backpack. I wasn't sure how that would work out, but let's be honest. The only reason I'm making note of it is because I'm proud of carrying one baby on the back and one in the belly. (And for those of you questioning why Tim wasn't carrying her, let me defend him by making it known that he was carrying Noah- obviously the heavier of the two.)
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