This morning was my 20 week ultrasound.
I’m pretty sure I made a correct choice in deciding against VBAC. We’ve already moved the due date up a week because my 12 week one had me at over 13 weeks. Now? We have a little one who’s snuck in another week of growth somehow.
He’s following his brother’s footsteps and is going to be big.
Yes, I said “his”. We’re having another boy. The PUPPS prognostication turned correct.
Meaning Sasha is getting what he’s been asking for the past few months—sort of. He wanted a sibling, more recently a brother. And most recently, one named “Brody”.
He will not be named Brody.
All is well. I feel fine, except the itching. I only appear to gain baby-related weight (a vast sum of 3 lbs). And I am now definitely over halfway done.