We are officially 22 weeks pregnant. I still have to remind myself that I am pregnant. Now, I know I had a big stomach before I got pregnant, but now it is big and rock hard!
When we found out we were having a boy Mark and I just looked at each other and smiled. The Love family hasn't seen a girl born first in many a generation. Mark and his brother thought there might be a genetic chance for a girl, statistically there was little.
I have been blessed with an easy pregnancy. I have slept well, I have walked, I have lost weight, I have even eaten healthier. I do believe that the nonfat, decaf, iced, carmel latte was created for me, along with hostess cupcakes. I can't get enough of either, although I rarely drink the latte.
I miss Coke and Pepsi, Taco Bell and salads. Noah simply doesn't like the foods and I know he can't have the other. On advice of Mark's cousin's wife (we won't name you, Melissa) I drank a Pepsi before my ultrasound. Noah was moving all over the place. The technician kept talking about how active the baby was...maybe I drank too much!
We look forward to the next few months. We look forward to seeing our baby. We look forward to introducing him to those that we love.
I look forward to Pepsi, a crunchy taco with no lettuce, and a house salad from Outback with tangy tomato and honey mustard dressing.
