I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am over half done baking Baby 3. Almost 22 weeks. Holy smokes.
Baby 3 checked out perfectly. Everything present and functioning properly. I am shocked, beyond shocked, and thankful. So thankful for such a healthy baby. It's unreal to me. We took the twins with us to an ultrasound to include them. Peanut cried the whole time, she found the experience terrifying. I had to hold her hand for moral support during it. Wow. Both kiddos thought it was hilarious looking at the little fetus face. The specialist got a kick out of the twins, the last time he saw them they were swimming in my belly. By some miracle, I did not peek. A healthy nugget is surprise enough for one day and we are still not finding out the sex. Hubby and I walked out of the office with ridiculous grins on our faces. Baby 3 is quite the mover now and we have felt him or her on the outside already. I am dreaming of the day where the movements are so big that Osh and Peanut can feel it. I just imagine that in my mind to be very special, even though they might not care that much.
My real guess is that this is a baby boy. Here is Baby 3:
We also got a 3d pic and he or she looks so much like Ocean!! It is crazy. Peanuts profile was always very round and Osh mans was pointy, so I'm guessing boy for sure. I think Osh is the most handsome little devil on this earth. Can you imagine having two little handsome devils like that? I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up like these parents:
These are brothers. Are you freaking kidding me? These parents procreate like a boss. Yum.
In mommy news, I feel not great but that is normal. I eat like a pig, but have only gained 10 pounds. I think I have a tapeworm because I should have gained 80 pounds. I am liking my belly, it looks a lot better than the dangler. I can't seem to stay uninfected with a bacteria so it's a little scary but I am so close to viability that the fear is starting to ease a bit. I must take a moment to say how awesome Hubby is. That man does everything! I'm just a worthless lump of a pulse and fetus. That's it. Also, my grandparents. It's really good to live near your grandparents because they are lifesavers too. I never had issues sleeping when knocked up with the twins, but I am having a lot of trouble this time. I got up last night and made a quesadilla in the oven at 4:00 a.m. It's crazy!