I'm officially 20 weeks pregnant with baby girl #2.
Now I only feel nauseous about two times a day.
Which is a huge improvement for me.
It's much better than being nauseous 24/7.
I'm a terrible pregnant person.
I literally feel like I have the flu all the time.
I couldn't even walk on the treadmill until recently without feeling like I was going to pass out.
I was in bed before miss Elodie every night up until a few weeks ago.
Thank goodness for my amazing husband.
He took care of Elodie as soon as he got home every night.
He made dinner.
I went to bed.
I was just miserable.
I tried to focus on the fact that this baby is a blessing and a miracle.
I was sick for 19 weeks with Elodie.
I could at least work out for an hour a day.
When I first got pregnant I thought about what she would look like?
What she would sound like?
How to decorate the nursery?
How to get her to sleep?
How to get her to eat?
How to be a good mom?
After having a late term miscarriage last year I definitely viewed this pregnancy differently.
It's hard to ignore that sinking feeling that something could be wrong.
If I started to feel better I thought something was wrong.
If I didn't hear back about a blood test I thought something was wrong.
The days slowly crept by.
I didn't want to think negatively or be too happy.
I was cautiously excited.
It's been so hard to be away from my family and closest friends.
This is a "high risk" pregnancy.
I went in every two weeks for the first 12 weeks.
Because of my age and previous miscarriage it is considered "high risk".
I had to do all of the testing and hold my breath for every ultrasound.
At 16 weeks they had a hard time hearing her heartbeat on the doppler.
They said my heartbeat was so loud they couldn't hear her heartbeat.
My heart sank.
This is what happened before.
They told me not to worry.
They took me in for an ultrasound.
There was a heartbeat.
She was fine.
I could breathe again.
Elodie was such a blessing during this time.
She would tell me how much she loved me and shower me with hugs and kisses.
No matter how sick I felt she always made me smile.
I didn't think about the nursery, what she would look like, or if she would sleep at night.
I only wanted a healthy baby growing inside of me.
I took this picture the day I found out I was pregnant and told Elodie.
She was soooooo happy!
I had a car accident a few weeks ago.
I was 17 weeks pregnant at the time with Elodie in the car with me.
I was rear ended.
At first I thought everything was completely fine.
Then I realized that my miscarriage occurred at 16 weeks last year.
Panic started to creep in.
What if something was wrong and I didn't even know it?
I had the fire department check me out.
They said everything seemed fine and I went to my OBGYN later for a follow up.
I think I've finally passed that phase of doubt and worry.
I understand that something could still happen.
I have decided to focus on the fact that she is healthy.
She is growing like crazy.
Seeing her today on the ultrasound finally felt "real".
We are having another baby girl.
Elodie kept squealing "that's my baby" at the ultrasound monitor.
Graham was amazed by how clear we could see her.
He is excited to have another girl.
Baby girls love their daddy's.
Her tiny hands were touching her face.
Her legs were kicking like crazy.
My belly is definitely getting bigger everyday.
This is happening.
We have decided to name her Iris Joyce McFall.
Iris is the name of a beautiful flower and the color of our eyes.
It symbolizes faith, hope, and wisdom.
In Greek mythology Iris was the personification of the rainbow.
Iris was a goddess that connected heaven and earth via the rainbow.
Her middle name Joyce comes from our dear Meemaw.
We tragically lost her right before Christmas this past year.
We shared our pregnancy news with her this past Thanksgiving.
She was overjoyed for us.
She was a woman of faith, a beautiful soul and shining light in our lives.
It feels like the perfect namesake.
I am half way through this pregnancy.
She will be here before we know it.
Elodie couldn't be more excited to be a big sister.
She kisses my belly.
She tickles my belly.
She talks to her sister.
Most of the time she thinks her baby sister is in her belly.
My baby girls!
I. Can't. Wait.
