With all of our trips the last few weeks, I’ve hardly had a chance to take my weekly pregnancy photos. I managed to sneak one in the last day of our Poconos trip (week 23), and then completely forgot during the week when we were actually home (week 24). And then I managed to snap one of my 25 week self two days before I reached 26 weeks.
This weekly picture thing is getting harder and harder.
But regardless of all that, I am loving this pregnancy so far. Yes, I’m tired, and I’ve had a little back trouble the last few weeks, but besides that I feel great and our little man is constantly reminding us of his presence with jabs, jumps, and wiggles.
At the very end of week 23, the night before we left Pennsylvania, I had a little bleeding scare — something even more scary when the last time bleeding occurred it resulted in a miscarriage. All night I prayed to keep feeling that little guy, just to put my mind at ease, and he was more than obliging. In fact, it may have been his most active day to date. So every little kick I’ve felt since then is a reminder that he’s healthy and strong in there, and that’s exactly what we like. And after a doctors visit, it was confirmed that everything is still going well, and we’re so grateful for that.