19 weeks

On Sunday I will be five months pregnant. Which means that next week, we get to find out if we're having a boy or a girl...or maybe even a "goy" like Reagan keeps telling us. She's such a politician, always avoiding giving a direct answer. Yesterday we kept asking her if the baby in mommy's belly was a sister or a brother, and she either shrugged her shoulders and said "I dunno!" or just answered simply "baby belly." She's a sly one I tell you. Everything is going really well with this pregnancy. It's a lot different in a lot of ways than my pregnancy with Reagan. I showed sooner this time, but am growing a lot slower it seems. My sickness tapered off sooner with this one as well (thank the high heavens). I love feeling this little goy move. The little taps and wiggles are so fun to feel at the end of the day when I finally get to lay down and rest. Would anyone like to guess what we're having? (I still have no idea.)