This is Brayden 9 months-ish ago when he resembled a gummy bear.
I was so thrilled when Rj and I got pregnant. I woke up early in the morning just so I could take the test in the morning when they say the hormones are the strongest. The test instantly turned positive. I woke up Rj a and told him then, went to work. Later when he woke up he texted to ask me if that happened or if it was a dream. Ha. I went to the health department to confirm the pregnancy. They told me I was 5 weeks pregnant.
This made me a little nervous because I miscarried at 6 weeks before. This time it turns out I had no reason to worry. My ex had a different bloodtype than I do. His is positive and mine is negative. The negative anti-bodies in me destroyed the baby. Rj has the same exact bloodtype as I do.
My pregnancy was fairly easy. I didn't have morning sickness very long. I did, however, faint once... almost twice. My sister and I were at a pawn shop, looking at movies. Suddenly I didn't feel right at all. I told her I thought we needed to go home. I told her I didnt feel right. I started swaying. She said "you're okay!" She held onto my arm and I fell to the ground. I woke up to paramedics. When I wasn't pregnant I really only ate one actual meal a day, After I fainted I ate like I was supposed to and took my prenatals without fail. The rest of my pregnancy was easy. I was perfectly healthy and so was Brayden.
I gained 29 lbs total, all in the stomach. I still didn't think he would be very big. Obviously my 8lb 12 oz baby proved me wrong. I might write someday about my delivery, not sure.
It just hit me a couple days ago that since I had Brayden that means all my pregnant friends that were behind me will start popping out their babies. I'm not sure why this didn't hit me before. I was obviously wrapped up in our little baby. :)