At 10:30 this morning, my mom, husband, daughter, twin sister, older sister, and I all crowded into the sonogram room at my doctor’s office and heard the wonderful news, that the baby kicking me in the womb is a little boy.
It’s not a fabulous picture, but it’s a shot of our little boy nonetheless. We’re going to name him Andrew, after my husband and his father, who both share Andrew as a middle name. Damian was hoping for a boy, but both of us would’ve been thrilled with a girl as well. I love having sisters close in age, so the idea of sisters sharing secrets and playing dress-up was sweet. Equally appealing was the thought of an adorable little boy to grow up and become a sweet, godly man like his father. I think we’re both just excited to know, and begin planning and calling this little boy by his name.
I’m currently 20 weeks pregnant, so I’m halfway there! All the vital statistics look great. The baby looks wonderful and my health has been fine. I’ve continued to have morning sickness, so I know now that it’s not going away. I only get sick about once or twice a week, and the bulk of the nausea is gone, as long as I eat frequently. We’re going to try another morning sickness medication (Zofran) and see if that can keep me from getting sick. If that doesn’t work, that’s fine. I can definitely live like this, although I’d rather not. =)
Twenty-Nine, the last year in my twenties.
I turned 29 today. It was so fun to celebrate with my mom and sisters, in addition to Damian and Isabelle. It never really feels like my birthday unless I’m with my twin sister. After all, we did share a womb.
My mom leaving the hospital with Dominique and I. I’m the blonde on the left and Dom is the brunette on the right.
It’s hard to be bummed about being twenty-nine when there is so much to enjoy about this stage of life. I’ve had the college years, career years, newly-wed years (many of that overlapped), and now life is grand as a mother. That’s not to say that life is perfect or easy. In fact, motherhood is the most exhausting phase of life yet, and it will only be more so in the years to come (although if you would’ve told me that when I was pulling all-nighters in college or when I was a full-time teacher and grad student at the same time, I would never have believed you). But it’s incredibly rewarding to know, regardless of what stage of life you’re in right now, that you’re exactly where God wants you to be. Still, thirty will be hard next year, but, to quote Scarlett O’Hara, “I’ll think about that tomorrow.” And I may just have to celebrate 29 every year from here on out!
Our original birth announcement from 29 years ago, which ran in Baton Rouge. Check out our birth weights!