I don't know if it's because I've been feeling better so I've been eating more or if I'm just bloated, but I was horrified to step on the scale this morning and see it ring in at a whopping 4 lbs more than it did when we went to the doctor 1.5 weeks ago. Not good. I'm hoping that I'm just retaining water or it's because I ate a lot or something because really, nobody -- regardless of whether they're pregnant or not -- should gain 4 lbs in 1.5 weeks. I was hoping to not gain any at all in the first trimester. Oh this baby. I figured for sure you were a girl, little one, because I was very sick at first and I wasn't at all with your brother. Also, the old wives tales say that girls steal your beauty and I haven't been looking particularly beautiful lately. But lately, sweets taste bad in my mouth. Like really really bad. Chocolate leaves the most disgusting metallic taste in my mouth and I can't even finish hard candies that I start. Which is really weird for me because I love hard candy. Oh, this is relevant because the old wives tales say that if you're craving sweets, it's a girl. Anyway, sweets taste bad to me and I've been eating a lot of fatty, salty foods like ham and cheesy potatoes and cheese. Lots of cheese. So maybe it's a boy? Goodness. Those old wives are enough to drive a girl mad!
It doesn't really matter if you're a boy or girl. We'll love you so much regardless. We're hoping that you're happy and healthy. Grandpa, Grandma, and Aunt Melonie have requested a girl, but I told them that it's not really up to me. I think they'll be pretty happy regardless, too. I think it would be awfully fun for Henry to have a little brother, but then again, a little sister would round out our family nicely, too. We'll be so happy either way.
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