Gosh, has it really been almost 2 months since my last post? I feel like I've been living in this world where time doesn't advance. This pregnancy is going by so slowly. Every week that goes by without incident I say a little prayer and give thanks that he's living one more week. Such a horrible way to experience pregnancy, but it's my reality.
Thursday we had our 20 week ultrasound and after 40 minutes of measurements, where of course I was convinced they were spending much too much time taking pictures of his heart (they weren't!) they finally told us to sex. A boy. So yeah, yeah, we're happy it's a boy, blah blah blah. lol! I'd be lying if a little part of me (okay a big part?) didn't want a girl, but at the end of the day he's healthy. That's what matters. They see no development issues, he's growing well and is exactly where he's supposed to be at 20 weeks. That's the important part.
So now the waiting game continues. We know we're having a boy and we just have to make it through the next 20 weeks. Gosh that's a long time! When you're anxiously waiting for something to happen, and praying that everything will be okay, time does go by so slowly.
