We're still trying to wrap our minds around that news even after the ultrasound where we saw the baby's heartbeat. Even after nausea became my (unwanted) pal. Even after waking up at least 3 times each night for a bathroom break. Even after noticing my pants getting just a little bit tighter....
*Sure, I was thinking more in a "wouldn't it be nice but nope, we're good where we are" way but what's that old saying?
|Here's an ultrasound pic showing the baby at about 8 weeks.|
And this one will be our last.
(Really. I know we said that after Jake, but this time it's absolutely, definitely, positively FOR SURE.)