We have reached 32 weeks! One slow week at a time. I'm trying my hardest to be patient, but the heat and my fatness (some call pregnancy) have taken a toll.
T2, as she has been called, is doing very well. Doc says she's big but we don't have any numbers. Things are going well. At our last doctor's appointment we found out that the C-Section is planned for August 5th. Which is 50 something days away. That will stand unless T2 has a wicked sense of humor and comes early. Then we will still have a c-section, but it will be a HUGE surprise.
Parker has no idea what is in store for her. If you ask her where the baby is, she'll point to my belly button and then kiss it and cover up my belly again. Parker's Grams bought her a baby doll and her grandma bought her a car seat and high chair. I'm hoping it preps her, but in reality it will only instill that babies are quiet, rag dolls that can be placed down anywhere you'd like. I'm pretty certain she's going to want T2 to stay at the hospital. Fingers crossed she loves her as much as I loved Jill when she was born. Seems to me that we will have to recreate some of the best pictures I have of Jill and me with Parker and T2. Even the super dangerous ones where mom just let us sit on the counter without any supervision at all. It's amazing I made it!
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