Ready To Pop

Wow, it has been a really long time since I have been here on blogger to document the many things that have been going on in our lives. Well if you can't tell by the picture I was pregnant! Here I am at 35 weeks and super ready to pop. I pretty much got asked every time I went out if I was due any day now. Whenever I would tell them nope, I still have 10 weeks left, 8 weeks left, 6 weeks left etc I would always get shocked looks on their faces and have the reply of "well are there at least 2 in there?" Some people may think that it is rude for people to ask that or make such comments, but really I just had to laugh about it. I know my belly gets HUGE while I am pregnant so I don't take offense. Now if they were saying I was fat, then we would have a different story.
This pregnancy sure had its ups and downs. Paul and I planned this pregnancy and were super excited to start trying to add another member to our family. I however found out that I was pregnant 5 days after Tanner passed away. It was a Wednesday the 14th of September and I needed to run to the store to get more diapers for Asher. While I was there I bought a pregnancy test and being the dork I am, I went ahead and took the test in Wal-mart's bathroom since I had to pee anyways. I went in there with both kids, peed on a stick and it didn't show it was positive right away. I went out to the car and looked at the test again and it sure had the positive line on there. Honestly I didn't have much emotion towards it. I put the test back in the box and headed back to my parents. Later that night I took the kids home to Paul and headed back over to my parents in our other car. I text Paul and told him I had left something in the car and asked him to go and get it out.( the test was still in the car) When I got home from my parents Paul gave me a hug and just said let me know when we can celebrate...
Because my emotions were so invested into Tanners death and me grieving I really didn't feel very excited about it for quite sometime. Part of me didnt even acknowledge that I was pregnant. I had my first ultrasound hoping that seeing the baby move around and a heart beat would make me more excited. It was so strange because before I found out I was pregnant I was thoroughly convinced that I would be ecstatic over the news and perhaps under different circumstances I would have been. I waited to tell most people til I found out what the gender was. A BOY! I think a lot of my friends were confused as to why I didn't share my news with them for 20 weeks. I hope I didnt hurt any of their feelings but I just explained to them how I had felt. I think once I found out that we were having a boy I was able to feel more excited about the baby coming.
Overall my pregnancy was pretty good. I sure was exhausted a lot of the time, and towards the end I was having a lot of hip pains and tailbone pains. Luckily I did not throw up once this pregnancy! Sadly I gained the most weight with this pregnancy, but funny enough the morning of delivery weighed the exact same that I did when I went in with Morgan... I always thought the more kids you had the less weight you were supposed to gain. It's weird because as much as I was done with being pregnant, now that I'm not, I kinda miss it. Suppose I prefer a huge belly to a nasty wrinkly chubby saggy skin belly. Oh well either way I got an amazing little boy from it!