I’ve been meaning to write this blog post for a while, and tonight I finally have time to write it. Only problem is….now I think I’ve lost all the points I wanted to make for this particular post. Ah well, here’s hoping it’ll come to me as I write.
So, here I am, 32 weeks along. The baby is, according to the doctor, doing well; we’re going in for another ultrasound this coming Monday to make sure he’s the right size and that everything is as it should be. I’m pretty sure already that my belly is bigger at this point in this pregnancy than Michael was my first go-round, so that’s good. Hopefully, Mikey’s brother will be to term — although, I’m sure it will be highly uncomfortable for me and I’ll be wishing for bed rest and an early delivery during the dog days of September.