The halfway mark: 20 Weeks

  It's official.... I've made it to the halfway point. I feel a mixture of emotions, mostly relief on account of what we've been through the last few weeks. I am happy to be big. I am happy for our little Baby Pula and his good health. I am happy that in about 4 short months (give or take) that we will get to see him.

I'm also a happy that Tyler has agreed to let me choose his name. Boys names were something I always dreaded picking out with Tyler, it was extremely rare we ever agreed on one. After our ultrasound at the specialists' office-- and upon finding out that our little one is yet another boy-- I told Tyler I thought that it was only fair that I should get to pick his name out. How could he argue me on the subject after everything we had been through? He gave me the okay on one condition: he said that he was allowed two 'vetos'.

 I agreed.

I already have his name picked out... though it we won't be sharing until he's born.

[We've got to have something to surprise everyone with. :) ]

Tyler actually likes it too.....

 19 weeks

20 weeks

There isn't too much excitement in the pregnancy at this point-- and really, I could do with a little LESS excitement these days. At the moment I am content to recognize each little kick, jab (which are softened lots from the placenta in front of him) and fluttering somersault. I only get up twice in the night for potty trips, so nice to get a little more sleep. I am only sick-ish in the morning which is easily fixed by getting some food in me. I rarely suffer from heartburn, yay! I am also beginning to LOVE food again. Hallelujah. I know I've gained somewhere around 13 pounds thus far... and the doctor has allowed me to gain a healthy 25-35 pounds during this pregnancy.

 Here's our little Pula and his profile.

Quincy is currently under the impression that Pula will look more like Braxton than him.

We shall see....

 As soon as the ultrasound technician went over an area of our little baby I recognized exactly what that tiny arrow was pointing to.

I suppose that we are awfully good at making little boys.

 Although these two pictures (above and below) might seem insignificant in many ways... seeing Pula's opened hand was a blessing (since clenched hands would have been an indicator in signs for Trisomy 18.)

 Another wave from Pula. So happy to see five little fingers pass over the screen.

Again... (I know these pictures are a little difficult to see, taking a picture of a picture isn't easy, but you get the idea--hopefully--) here are Pula's ten tiny toes and we couldn't have been happier to see his perfect little feet. (No rocker bottom feet on our baby boy.)

Pula:

Your mama loves you more than anything. I am so happy you will get to meet your brother's here on Earth. I am thankful you are strong. I am thankful you have a daddy and two big brothers to show you how to be a righteous young man someday. We can't wait to see in about 4 months...

Love,

Mama