Bayleigh was the PERFECT baby. I felt nauseas with her, but I never got sick. I never had heartburn, or swelling, and she never kicked the crapola out of me. Most importantly, I never experienced Braxton Hicks contractions! I felt pretty safe naming Braxton, Braxton, because I never knew how horrible these contractions feel! For the past three days, I have debated on whether or not Braxton is trying to escape, or if this is just false labor. I'm already being treated for Gestational Diabetes (which I don't think I really have) and I'm being monitored for High Blood Pressure (which I definitely don't have) and pre-eclampsia (which I hope I don't develop) so why not add these contractions to the mix? My poor hands have been so swollen for months I had to lose my wedding rings, and my feet are so swollen I had to buy some stretchy new balances a size bigger than I normally wear.
Nick wanted more kids. Like for a total of 4. Or 5. After this pregnancy though, I'm 99.9% sure that I done. Finished. Finito.
Hopefully Braxton will arrive, in good health, and grow up to be a smart, sweet, respectful mama's boy.... because after all of this.... he owes me!
Bayleigh is going to be a wonderful big sister! Today, she came up to my belly, pulled my shirt up, kissed my belly and said Brother Braxy. She then called herself "Sister." She's been walking around the house, pointing to Braxton's clothes and toys and such saying "Braxy's."
Hopefully we have prepared her enough for his arrival!
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