Round Two: Baby Boy!

Alright, ladies and gentlemen, let's make an announcement! I am expecting again! Above, washboard abs. Two months later, serious food baby... and actual baby. Only two months apart! 

Mitch and I are so blessed to be welcoming another baby into the world! We are equally blessed to be welcoming another boy! We can't wait to see Zane and his new baby brother interact and become the best of friends, driving us insane in their camaraderie for rascal-y-ness.

The honest truth is we tried for this baby a long time. Another honest truth is that it only took us 9 months, a doctors appointment for fertility, and then coming home to find out we were already pregnant. 20 weeks later and here we are, large and in charge.

A really hard truth is that we've found that this sweet baby has a very large cyst on the left hemisphere of his brain and is not growing as he should be. He is only in the 27th percentile for weight, whereas Zane was large from day one. This is leading our doctor to believe that there might be something more to this cyst than just an abnormal growth. Realistically, all baby's cells divide rapidly to provide the gestational growth required in just 9 months time. This cyst could be absolutely nothing, but when combined with the really small size, we just aren't sure. We have an appointment in a month to determine what needs to happen - will the cyst take care of itself, like most cysts do? Is it growing? Shrinking? What do the next steps need to be?

I'm surprisingly calm with all that said. I just feel peaceful about the whole situation, no matter what happens. This little guy (who still does not have a name) is my son forever, and in that I take comfort. If this cyst really does turn into something dangerous, we can deal with that in a month's time. Right now, I'm trying to keep in mind that worrying for an entire month won't help my small guy and will instead only be detrimental. So, for now, we eat blizzards when we are feeling down. Blizzards make you gain weight, right?

With all scariness aside, this pregnancy started off rough. I was constantly sick and puking regularly. If I wasn't puking, I was dizzy and nauseous. If I wasn't puking, I was more than likely sleeping. Thankfully, I was blessed to have my worst days on the weekends so that I could still make it up to school to teach. After the first trimester, things really got better and I've had a dream of a pregnancy again. I've been going to the gym regularly and lifting weights. I've been able to eat foods that I had aversions to during my first tri, and I've pretty much been able to do whatever I have wanted. It has been a night and day difference between trimesters.