Baby baby baby.
Oh how I love you so.
I love how your kicks are mine alone to feel, though Teag pretends to feel them.
This week you are the size of an avocado (16 weeks), which is awesome because I love avocados.
So far you have no real nickname. Teag calls you “new baby”, and Arlo just signs (or tries to) baby. But nothing like what your brothers have.
Daddy says it is because you are the third baby, and we are just busier now than when I was pregnant with the boys.
I am slowly starting to feel better, which is AMAZING. I’m not sure if it because I’m taking vit. B100 and diclectin or if the morning sickness is finally starting to leave.
I’m hoping for the later.
Everyone keeps asking if we know if you are a boy or a girl, which we don’t. We have your big ultrasound coming up in the next month or so. I can’t wait to find out.
Daddy thinks you are a boy, and lately I have been feeling that way too. Teag is convinced you are a boy.
I have been as hormonal as all get out lately.
Basically everything is making me tear up. We went and saw “Safe Haven” the other night, and I was barely holding it together. Daddy laughed at me.
I love you sweet baby and can’t wait to see where you will fit in with our crazy little family.