Hello my little one...
What an exciting week it's been for us! First, a trip to California to visit family and THEN a pit-stop at DISNEYLAND! I know, I know... that was a mistake. Although I'm only 18 weeks, I'm carrying more like I'm 30 weeks, so all of that walking around for 12 hours was like inviting leg cramps and swollen feet to the party. I had such a wonderful time, though. You were a champ and were either excited or extremely annoyed by all of the attention and voices that surrounded us the whole time we were there.
The day after we came home from our long trip, I had an appointment to see you on ultrasound for your anatomy scan. Oh my sweet little baby boy, I love seeing you. I'm sure you weren't happy when the tech woke you up so she could get you to turn around, (which you did). You kicked and punched and gave everyone a hard time. Still, I'm so proud of you, and I'm so in love with you.
We've finally chosen a name for you that everyone seems to agree with. I love talking to you and calling you by name... I love feeling you move inside of me, and I'm guilty of listening to your precious heart beat at least twice a day.
I also love knowing that even though we have a house full of people, they can't feel you move just yet. It's like it's between me and you for these precious few weeks until you get bigger and stronger to where others can see and feel what I've been feeling all along. But right now, you're all mine, and I treasure every little kick and squirm... except when I have a full bladder. Ugh.
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