17 WEEKS

Baby girl is growing growing growing and somehow is now the size of a stinkin’ pop tart? How in the world

Ooof. It’s been an emotional (hormonal, maybe? ) week…and a hungry one at that. My lack of an appetite has continued and every meal is a challenge to even nibble at.

While this pregnancy overall has been wonderful, the emotions are intense, the good and the bad….which is probably why my hunger led me to a pitiful and hormonal crying session in the pantry at 9 o’clock last night….J ended up getting me a McChicken. Bless his heart.

As up and down as this week has been…I felt baby girl kick for the first time and have just been praying to feel her again. There is truly nothing like it. How badly I want to see or hear her again. 23 more weeks!!

It all still feels like an actual dream. No way our prayers have finally been answered. No way I have a baby girl inside me. And yet, somehow it’s all true. And I just feel such a deep level of gratitude like I’ve never felt before.

Oh & story time: I was finishing up curling my hair when Georgie O tripped over my curling iron cord which sent the hot iron flying into my eye. who woulda thought searing your eye ball could be so painful? No way in heck was I going to miss this weekly photoshoot, it’s become my favorite part of the week with my girl. So I improvised and my ice pack and pop tart came in handy with helping me get through