So here I am at 19 weeks, definitely sporting a belly. LBJ (little bundle of joy), as I've taken to calling her/him in my head packs quite a punch. And kick. And whatever else he/she is doing in there. I don't remember this kind of power from Elise until around the 25 week mark.
I'm feeling a lot better these days, and am happy to report that I'm eating everything and anything I can get my hands on. It feels good to like food again.
I had forgotten how tiring incubating a human can be... I don't remember being this exhausted with Elise. But then again I wasn't growing a baby, chasing a toddler, and acting as my daughter's pancreas 24/7 all at the same time either back then.
Tuesday we find out the gender... can't wait!
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