And then the day I turned 20 weeks came. November 11th.
We scheduled our anatomy ultrasound with the specialist, who had opened up an office in Sugarland since we had Sawyer. Perfect. Except that I totally didn't pay attention to where in Sugarland and just assumed it was at the hospital where we had Sawyer. Bad assumption. We went to the hospital, and people were looking at us like we were crazy when we would ask where this doctor's office was. We finally figured out where we needed to be, which fortunately wasn't very far and headed over there - only to go to the wrong building again. I assumed, again, that it would be in the office section of the hospital, not the actual hospital. Anyway, we finally made it and still got to have our appointment. I was so nervous that they would make us reschedule.
Once we started the ultrasound, they checked on all the baby's body parts and everything looked great. No concerns with baby or me. They always do all the measurements and make you wait, what seems like FOREVER, before they tell you the gender. But, once we finally got to that part, Barry and I were thrilled. I'm pretty sure the only thing I said was "No way!" followed by a few happy tears.
Here I am at 20 weeks with both of them…