I mean, what more is there to say? We are blessed with a miracle - a heart pounding, wiggly little miracle. Seeing that beautiful blob of a child on the ultrasound was about as good as it gets. I always worried I wouldn't be able to love another child as much as I love Ruby but when I saw that little cutie on the monitor, I fell in love instantly. It was just me there (and of course the ultrasound guy which I wish he could leave and I could just handle things on my own for a bit) but I cried immediately and didn't stop until I got home.
Isn't he/she presh?
I've been feeling like......junk. That is putting it as delicately as I possibly can. Which is a great thing and was so great for about the first week because it made me wonder if this one was a keeper (I didn't really feel sick with any of the miscarriages). But puking every day, all day, gets old really quickly and now I'm ready for that second trimester to begin.
