It has been quite the milestone time, this Memorial Day weekend. I hit 20 weeks today, which I’m feeling pretty damn good about.
Best of all, our anatomy scan revealed something quite nice – our little one is in fact of the female variety. THAT MEANS GIRL. Not until the tech revealed that did I realize just how badly I wanted to have a girl. I had been so sure the baby was a boy, but I’m pretty damn happy to have been wrong. So exciting.
So, my little girl has been moving all over the damn place this week. I had my first “Holy crap, she just kicked me in the bladder and NOW I MUST PEE IMMEDIATELY” moment last night – it was the weirdest thing EVER. And she did it twice while I was trying to sleep. Thanks, kid.
I can’t shake this vision of my little curly-haired girl. I’m so excited to meet her. Knowing that it’s a girl has made it so REAL. It’s hard not to picture her all the time now.
Too much smooshiness and emotion. I REJECT THEE. Time to get hardcore. And eat a grilled cheese sandwich. Aw, yeah.