I often don't remember I am pregnant (meaning I don't feel it, not that I do harmful things to my baby) until I get up to walk! I am 23 weeks pregnant and this baby feels like it weighs 12 pounds! We went in Friday to have an ultrasound, we wanted to see if we could figure out the sex but it also needed checked out with my history of toxemia and gestational diabetes. Baby was being stubborn and didn't want to show us it's goods, it did get measured and somethings were measuring a week bigger than I am. The ultrasound lady went back to check if we could see between the legs and she often shook my tummy and kept calling baby a "Stinker!" Then she appoligized for calling it names but since we wanted to know the sex so did she! Finally we saw it..."the turtle head" yes that is what she called it, we are having another boy! I cried...I am happy that baby is healthy and doing good (him and to me) but as you all know I really wanted a girl. I feel everyone deserves a chance with both but hey sometimes you win sometimes you lose. I cried hard for awhile and when we got to the truck I looked at Josh and said, "I blame you!" lol He knows I was kidding...well kind of!
A few days later I came to realize I like sport events not dance recitals! Someone was looking out for me. Plus not sure I was ready for all that girl drama! My sister, Niki, also told me all I have to worry about is 4 penis' not all of Ellsworth Community College (since I like to say that is where Taye came from!)
