So, I've heard 3rd babies are hard on your body - boy is that an understatement. No one told me I wouldn't be able to button my pants when I woke up today. Ouch.
On the positive side, I no longer feel the need to sleep 24/7 - more like 23/7, but hey, it's a start! So, pretty much I'm fat, I'm lazy, but I have started cooking again. (I don't think pizza is all that much of a treat around here now.) David made his first real pregnant food run: iced honeybun. Yummy. Worth 500 calories? Probably not.
I had my first real appointment the other day, and the baby has a heart rate of 160. By old wives' tales, that would be a girl. Again. Honestly, I don't care whether it is a boy or a girl, I was just thrilled to hear a heart beat. Although, if I end up with a boy, will someone please remind me not to put a bow in his hair?