Please let this baby be a boy so that I will have one of each. That way, I can never get pregnant ever again and never have to endure this excruciating morning, noon, and night sickness again. Amen.
That's right, folks! I have what seems to be the worst case of pregnancy sickness ever. I thought that I stayed pretty sick the first trimester with Riley. Ha! That was nothing compared to this time! Poor Tony...he's been so great about it all. Hopefully just a few more weeks of this. I know it's all worth it in the end. I've already told Tony, "If this one's a boy, I'm so done."
Oh, but how quickly we forget, right?
Riley's 15 month checkup: (several weeks later)
Height - 31.5 inches (76th percentile)
Weight - 22 lbs. (32nd percentile)
The dr. said she's tall and skinny. Of course, Tony was thrilled about this and is convinced that he has a soccer star on his hands! I'm wondering how he's going to react when he has a cheerleader flying through the air instead ;-)
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