In the beginning we didn't know if we were going to make it out of the 1st trimester, I stayed in the high-risk category the whole first half of my pregnancy. I've struggled with spontaneous and unexplained bleeding through the entire pregnancy that came with hospital visits and late night phone calls to my OB, severe hyperemesis gravidarum until 20 weeks that was accompanied by nasty ptyalism that had me spitting in a cup every few minutes, dehydrated in the hospital receiving fluids, worries over baby's health because of my use of Zofran that I took until 18 weeks to help the HG, excessive weight gain since in early pregnancy I was working overnights and all I could occasionally hold down due to HG was carbs.
My body has really been put through it these past 33 weeks, it's really exciting that there's only 7 weeks left to go. I would've loved another easy "text book" pregnancy like I had with Madison 8 years ago, but I'm also thankful for my struggles through baby E's pregnancy to open my eyes. It feels rewarding to me, in a sense, because I've fought to stay pregnant and carry her to term. I'm also very lucky to have my amazing boyfriend there to support me through this crazy journey.
With that being said - thank you, Chris, for going to every single baby appointment, hospital visit, and waiting outside the bathroom door while I made some ungodly noises and tossed my cookies for 20 weeks straight. Thank you for cooking for me, bringing me drinks, and fulfilling my pregnancy cravings. Thank you for listening to me whine and cry about aches and pains, for holding my hand, and giving me a shoulder when I've needed it. Thank you for loving me despite my crazy hormonal outbursts, forgetfulness, and stubbornness. Thank you for being baby E's daddy - you're going to make an amazing father and I can't wait to see you two together.
