It was a beautiful sound. Today, at 12 weeks and 5 days, we heard the heartbeat of our second child. DH teared up and I only didn't because I was trying to keep our first child from biting my nipple.
It's finally real. I've gone through days over the past few weeks where I've thought I really wasn't pregnant - that maybe I was one of those women who convince themselves that they're pregnant until their bodies start to show the signs. Heck, I'm even showing already (more from my muscles' pregnancy recall than the baby, but I'll take what I can get).
So, it's real. I'm here. I told my parents. Dad was a bit of a trip. I may have to only speak to him through my stepmom for the duration of the pregnancy. He doesn't believe I've done my research or that I know what I am choosing. Oh well, I can't let that add to my stress.
Anyway, I'm back.
The real question: how do you have two nursing kids in a family bed without rolling over constantly? I'm contemplating night-weaning ds, but I think I need another month or two (or three).