Dear Deuce,
I am 17 going on 18, weeks that is. Wow! Originally it was hard to imagine you were even in there, but now it is getting more and more believable every day. I am getting a belly. Not quite the maternity belly just yet, but a belly none the less. Also, you are moving up a storm in there. I have been feeling your spurts of energy more and more often, something I look forward to actually. Just confirmation that you are in there and growing. I love it!
Today Blake wants a brother boy. I think Papa also wants a brother boy. Sadly though, I am in opposition. I want you to be a girl, because I am still sick. They say each pregnancy is different, but the common consensus is a differing gender can cause more or less morning sickness. So, with your brother as soon as I started the second trimester the sickness stopped. With you however, the queasiness is still going strong. Which has to mean you are a girl, right? I am not going through this extended morning sickness for nothing, right? I guess we will just have to wait and see who is right.
Keep up all the good growing in there little pomegranate. Regardless of you being a boy or a girl, I really want you to be healthy.
I hate to cut this love note short, but your brother needs me right now.
Loves!
Mama
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