Well, the nausea finally hit me again. Now I remember: the first trimester and I do not get along. It happened last time, too. At about six weeks, I began feeling queasy.
Don't you love it when life unexpectedly gives you a great story to share? My baby's birth day wasn't at all what I had planned; really, it was so much better!
So I guess you could say Baby Boy is a bit on the large side. I had the 38-week "ultrasound for paranoid people," and my concerns were confirmed: This guy is a big 'un.
I had to see another doctor in my OB’s practice when I went in for my appointment today, but I’m so glad I did! He gave me some great practical advice on making the transition from one child to two.