14 weeks and not quite 8 months

When this journey began in January, I don't think my husband Chris and I really understood what it would mean when we decided to have another baby. we just knew that from Grace, we were having a blast, we weren't worn out, we still had a great love-life, and we still loved eachother. oh, and, we wanted another one. much to my delight, my sister Katie and her husband Philip are expecting their first a week after our baby #2 is due!

Grace is not quite 8 months old and full of joy, life, and fun. She might just be my favorite.

I listened to the baby's heartbeat today. It's a lot higher than Grace's was, and since this pregnancy has been radically different (for the better!), I am hoping that baby #2 is a BOY. Not that I don't like pink... But in an attempt to prevent some serious sisterly rivalry... "please be a boy, please be a boy!"

Also, I think Chris would go nuts if he was the only man in a house of women.

I have a doctors appointment with the high-risk specialists on Thursday. Hopefully I can convince them to let me do a VBAC. It was my heart's desire to have a vaginal birth with Grace, but my doctor ended up refusing to do an external version to flip her (she was adamantly breeched from 20 weeks onward).. So she had to be a c-section. Now, it's my hope, with a new set of doctors, that they will listen to my desires, flip this baby if it's breeched, and let me do it the old fashioned way.

In the meantime, I am going to go play with my baby!

Peace!