On Sunday I hit the 28 week mark! My last trimester of my last pregnancy, bittersweet, I must say. I am feeling good for the most part with still the occasional lower back/sciatic nerve pain. Emotionally, today has been a tough day as the scales were tipping and not in the direction I wanted them to go. Add on top of that my neighbor that hasn't seen me in awhile and his face said it all. So, there have been some tears today and therefore, I will not be including a picture. Sorry to all you curious fans. Today at my appointment, we got another peek at our sweet boy (who looks like Brice) because my placenta was low at our 20 week appointment. Today, all is measuring well so for that I am thankful. In a nutshell, if the placenta is too low, it can cause risks with a regular delivery which would guarantee a C-section. Since I have been planning on that anyway, it would not have been a big deal for me if it was still low but now if I do go into the labor in the same fashion as I did with Anna I won't have that to worry about as well. Pretty sure that was a run-on sentence. Sorry.
Anyway, he was measuring 2 pounds 11 ounces which puts him in the 50%tile. A quick reference to babycenter.com when I got home said that most babies are 2 and a 1/4 pound at this point. Hmmm, not sure what to think except that this boy is going to take after his father. After speaking with the doctor (same one who delivered Brice, that I love, respect and really want to deliver this one), we will do yet another ultrasound at 38 weeks and if he is measuring bigger than 7lbs, 8oz, we will make sure the C-section happens. So, after that conversation I felt better and worse. Better knowing that we may have a definite plan, worse that I may definitely be having major surgery. This may or may not have added to the tears today in addition to the fact that Anna is done with school and Brice has three more days. Yikes.
On to the fun part... the name! As soon as we found out he was a boy, Justin and I mentioned the same name to each other. I thought this was going to be so easy. Then Justin became wishy-washy about it and mentioned other names. Names I liked but I still liked the first name best. I thought of him as that name and the other names we talked about weren't measuring up in my mind. Justin would act set on a name so I would try to get used to it over the next couple of days and just when I thought maybe I could call him that, Justin would say, "No, how about this?"! Finally, I told him I was sticking to my guns. Justin ran the scoreboard or kept the books at Brice's games depending on whether we were home or away and Mother's Day weekend noticed the name on the roster for the other team. I guess seeing it in print was enough for him and knowing how much I liked it. He sent me a text after the game (we rode in separate cars) on the way to dinner....
"Kyle Patrick Reynolds it is. Final answer."
So that was it. Our little man will be called Kyle. And we can't wait to meet him come early August! If I get over myself soon, I will take another belly picture. Until then, I'm big, I feel big, I look big so you don't have to say anything if I run into you on the street. My mind set will be "It's all for Kyle." until he shows up!