I'm growing! And carrying really high. And loving every single second of it. Oh, Braxton Hicks, I love you! Little baby kicks, you make me laugh! (Steven has officially felt two kicks!) Madame Exhaustion - the naps you bring me are heavenly. Everything associated with pregnancy - including the less comfortable aspects - are part of an amazing miracle that I am so grateful for.
At 20 weeks, Gage is about ready to put pitocin in my cereal because he is so dang ready for this baby to come. As is evidenced below, we are loving on him a little too much for his liking and he's ready for a bouncing baby sibling to take some of the affection and attention off of him.
At 20 weeks, we are just so excited. We find out the gender of the baby on Thursday! I honestly have no idea and no preference. Steven thinks it's a girl, and Gage is very political on the matter - bouncing back and forth with his answers depending on the day.
If you decide to comment, let me know what you think the gender is! I'd love to tally up the results before we find out!