It’s a she. She. S.H.E. G.I.R. L.
Yes, I cried when they told me. I was sad briefly and I mourned the loss of the boy I will most likely never have. 4 GIRLS!!!
I don’t even care if you judge my reaction. I swear I don’t. I don’t want to hear about it.
But within, hours after finding out it was a girl, I was actually happy. I changed my tune. I started immediately looking at dresses and outfits, and hair bows. I looked at names, etc.
I’m genuinely happy to be having my baby girl in March!!
Fast forward to Week 25 (pics below)
It’s been about 11 weeks since my last post. Life has been busy!! I don’t even care to elaborate. I’m still over joyed to be having my 4th baby girl. My family is happy, and they are already talking to her. I’ve started to get annoyed at people that laugh or pat my back when I say I am having another girl. Don’t do that to me. I can do that to me, because it’s my experience, but don’t rain on my parade. If I am not crying when I say I am having another girl, then you should be equally excited.
And I don’t want anyone else touching my stomach. My belly button is poking out, so it’s sensitive as all get up. My stomach is 1/2 way queasy, and 1/2 way OK on a day to day basis. One wrong move and it’s curtains. I forgot how many questions you get when you’re pregnant. And of course, I am not mad at people, it’s just a lot.
There have been a few comments about how I’m “keeping it together” from men. I guess they are implying that since I am pregnant I should look like Shamu. And yes, I am certain they were talking about my weight because of the discussions that ensued afterward regarding how woman let themselves go, blah blah blah.
|Yes, I painted my belly as a pumpkin. – Halloween in Miami|