All we need is the dog...

is what Tim said when we found out that our newest addition is a baby boy! I was pretty shocked, even though I have had symptoms that were light years away from the symptoms I had with Layla.



Even though I was only 15 weeks + 2 days, it was pretty apparent that the shape shifter was a boy. The appointment went well. I gained another two pounds, which puts me at 5 lbs total. Not bad, not great. I felt as if I had gained a ton more because it seems that I just can not get full! I have heard that when you are pregnant with a boy, you tend to be hungrier. I sure hope this little one has mercy on me. My prayer is that I make it out of this pregnancy weighing less than 400 lbs.
This week also marked the second week of my p-17 injections. The home health care nurse came over and instructed Tim on how to give the shot in my hip. The anxiety of having an intramuscular needle pierce through my skin, fat, and muscle was much worse than the actual act itself. The shots aren't bad at all. I actually didn't feel it all the first time, so I have dubbed my right side as "The Good Hip". Eh, only in the sense of how well it can take a intramuscular injection. Apparently it decided to be good at something since it is no good at holding up my body weight. I look pretty silly walking, and bouncing along as if I am normal and in shape, only to have the right hip slip in its determination to bring me to the ground. So far, I am winning the battle, but only because I know how to anticipate an attack seconds in advance.
Score: Me-1, Hip-0.