I just assumed I wouldn't stay pregnant. When we made it past the 12-week mark, I was convinced something would be wrong (also, that it was a girl, which shows how TERRIBLE my mother's intuition about pregnancy is. I was also certan Nick and Laura would have identical twin boys, so clearly, if I ever guess the sex of your baby, you can assume the opposite will be true. I haven't been right yet). When everything was okay with the ultrasound, I spent weeks waiting for the shoe to drop, and assumed I would go into labor early. But look, I've been wrong every time. If I have a baby now, there's nothing to fear. Not that nothing ever happens with full-term babies, but that's a really unusual situation. Most often, full-term babies after healthy pregnancies go home two days later and keep their parents awake for the next three months, just as God intended.
What do you know.
In other news, we had dinner with Nick and Laura last night, followed by an exorbitant amount of ice cream (I swear I ordered a small cone!). Laura got some cute ice cream pictures; hopefully they'll get posted on one blog or another soon. In the meantime, look at a. how tall our grass was earlier this week, and b. how fast my little boy is growing.
(Please note the lawn that came up to Asher's knees. Oops.)
(Showing his dad his smile.)
(Doesn't he look like a little boy - not a baby - in this picture?)
1 comment:
i love the picture in the grass - so cute! and so happy you made it to 36 weeks! yay!
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