Half Way

Sometime within the last day, or around tomorrow, I'll officially be 20 weeks.  Who knows!  I obviously don't.

I find it funny...people will ask me when I'm due, and my response goes something like this, "Uh, um, this summer?"  And they give me a startled look.  That's when I clue in to say, "uh, I think around the 14th of July."  And they're still looking at me like I'm earthen or something.  It cracks me up, yet I am so embarrassed that I cannot, for the life of me, remember my due date.  It might be because it's NOT in December?

Anyways, I'm very blessed with my pregnancies.  No puking (unless someone else is puking, or I have to clean it up), no bed rests, no diabetes, no deficiencies, pretty basic, pretty normal.   Nothing too complicated, except for monitoring the heartburn, and watching my sons' faces fall when I tell them I can't lift them up.  Truth is, I probably COULD lift them, but anytime I lift anything, my sciatic nerve flairs, and it's been nice for the last three weeks (having not lifted anything substantially heavy, like over 15 lbs.) to not be limping.

Tomorrow is a big day for Ryan and I.  We are having the regular, good ole' ultrasound to make sure everything is developing correctly, in the right places, and so on and so forth.  To be quite honest.  I'm really nervous.  I've fallen a lot this winter, and I know that everything is probably alright, but I keep letting my mind wander...what if...what if...what if...I don't remember being this anxious with my other babies.  I still haven't felt my baby move, unless I relentlessly poke and prod my belly...but I'm hoping that's because the placenta may be in front? 

Also, with the boys, we chose not to find out the gender of our little miracle, each time.  We wanted it to be 'natural'...even if I was induced with them, had an epidural each time, and a couple of pain-killers afterward.  This go around, I am dying to know if we'll be blessed with another rambunctious (or I'll take calm) and energetic baby boy, or a darling (I'll take calm, again) and beautiful spirited baby girl.  Either way, it really doesn't matter.  I've planned it out in my mind....you don't do that?  huh.  Well, I've thought about both possibilities, and I think I'll be content with either gender.

I tried a little 'trick' to see if maybe I could know ahead of time what we'll be blessed with:  I asked my boys.  You know, children are much closer to heaven than we are, and so I wondered what they had to say about it.  Their answers included:  brudder, sisser, boy baby, giwl baby, dump truck, airplane, puppy, and another Tawor.  hmmmmm.....I'm hoping it's one of the first four options.

So, stay tuned for tomorrow's post.  It should be exciting!  If I had an intuition as to which color will most likely be in the dresser this summer, I'd tell ya...but I have NO idea!  I am 'hoping' for a girl, but telling myself it's a boy...don't know if that's very fair.

So, what do you think?  I'll put a poll up on my sidebar...should have last week, but anyways...go vote!