Like I said in an earlier post, I'm so mad at myself for not documenting the pregnancy. I will try to remember things but now that my precious boy is here, the pregnancy woes are mostly forgotten.
I will say that the first trimester was torture. I stayed so sick and I had zero energy. It was hard to get through the day, yet impossible to get a lot of rest because of other obligations, like moming and adulting. I felt like the first trimester would never end and I would never make it to 16 weeks to find out the gender!
We went all out and had a fun gender reveal party. I was sure it was another girl, but at the same time sure it would be a boy this time. Basically I had no clue. When I cut into that cake and saw blue all I could do was cry! I would've been so in love with a third girl, of course, but I had always wanted a son. I couldn't wait to experience the bond between a mother and her boy.
The second trimester went by much too quickly and before I knew it I was into the last stretch. Of course the last few months were rough because I couldn't breathe or tie my shoes or shave my legs, but in no time at all it was October and time for my little man to arrive. He was due on Oct 21 but both girls were early so we weren't sure when to expect him. Matt had to travel for work the last week of September and the first week of October. We were so scared he might be out of town when baby boy decided to come! Thankfully I carried Maxon to 39 weeks and he was born on October 14.
I've been blessed to have good labors and deliveries. They're no walk in the park, but the labors are quick and I've recovered well from all three. I'm so very thankful for this!
The rough part came when Maxon was one day old when I started dealing with some baby blues but I think I'll save all that for another blog. Maxon has just woken up fussy and I'm going to nurse him back to sleep. Will post more when I have the chance!
