Pregnancy

Our lives really aren't that exciting. That's probably why I don't update this blog all that often. However I've had some recent thoughts that I just wanted to get down. As of today I am 24 weeks pregnant. I lost 12 lbs in the first few months, due to morning sickness and the swine flu. I haven't gained any of that back so far. I had a dr. appt. on Wed. and weighed in at exactly the same weight as the two previous months. My blood pressure is also hanging out in a really good range. This is so different from when I was expecting Alexys. I have mild PIH (pregnancy induced hypertension) and was on blood pressure medication. I really am lucky to have easy pregnancies. Right now I know quite a few pregnant friends and am the only one who seems to really enjoy the process. (And I don't swell either. My ankles, feet and fingers didn't swell even a bit while pregnant with Alexys and haven't shown signs of doing so this time around)

Which leads me to my thinking...I LOVE being pregnant. I think if I had more money and patience (and a willing husband) I'd rival Michelle Duggar. I love the feeling of a baby moving around inside of me. I love that it's like my own little secret and other people only know it's happening if I tell them. I love how excited Alexys is to have a sister (even though I'm afraid she thinks the baby is going to be born a toddler who can play with her)

I have been excited for a baby from the moment I suspected I was pregnant. But I think at that point I was honestly more excited to be pregnant. I also felt a bit like this baby wasn't going to make it to us. A feeling which was fueled when my sister in law lost her baby at 12 weeks. I was only a few weeks farther along than she was. However, I have found that the past few days I'm really getting excited to actually have the baby. I am nervous that she'll be a bad sleeper or a night baby. I worry about having to split my time between two kids and still try to keep a home (Let's face it I'm not great at that with only one kid) I worry that I won't love her as much as I love Lex. Or that Justin won't (and honestly I think he expects to love Lex more.) I worry that this little girl won't ever have a name. We can agree on a few that we both like but none really stand out as THE name.

Oh well...I suppose I'm done with my late night rambling now. We'll just have to wait and see what the next 3 months bring us eh?