24 Weeks

 I have a folder full of pictures and blogs to write...however, these days it obviously just isn't a top priority.  Here is a picture of me...on my birthday (which was wonderful by the way)

at 24 weeks pregnant with a

...baby BOY! 

Baker won out.  I wanted to wait until the baby was born to find out the gender.  Baker...he didn't want to wait.  He had legit reasons and he saw during the ultrasound.  I however, did not see during the ultrasound.  Baker took me to breakfast and gave me the envelope with our ultrasound pictures in it.  I opened it and started bawling like a baby.  STUPID HORMONES.

I wasn't sad because it was a boy...we have talked about wanting another boy forever it seems.  I was sad because this is probably our last baby.  We have talked about 3, wanted three and now...we will have three.  But...there's this part of me that doesn't want it to be over.  And sitting there at breakfast, for the first time ever, Baker admitted that maybe we weren't done with three either.  That made it even more confusing for this hormonal preggo woman. 

We don't know what the future holds, but that's okay. 

That is part of what makes life stressful interesting!