Queso has officially graduated from embryo to fetus. I. Have a fetus. How is that possible? Well if you ask my nausea and pregnancy constipation they would tell you I’m the last to get the memo. So physically, it’s been a trip this week. Nausea — Bad. Eating lots of…
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This girl. Her imagination is crazy right now. Back a few months ago, we were talking about something during lunch and she looks at me Very Seriously, taps her chin and declares, “This is a mystery for the PJ Masks!” Since then, she’s been loving role-playing, especially with PJ Masks,…
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Eight weeks. Being eight weeks feels so…. officially pregnant. We told Olivia she was going to be a big sister. I was so nervous to do it, and was actually planning on waiting as long as possible, but… this is my only chance to be able to share this with her.…
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I’m not really sure what’s going on with me this week, but this is the calmest I’ve been. Even with Olivia, I was a freaking mess each and every week through the first trimester. I don’t know if it’s just because we had a heartbeat, or if I’m finally letting…
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I’m not going to lie, I may have bribed her to take a photo with her embryo picture in exchange for help building a fort. This is the first year I’ve told her about the photo. That it’s her as an embryo, along with her brother that went in Mommy’s…
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