My Baby is Half Baked!

Four months apart and glowing (we'll blame the sun).
Teagan will be here March 7 and Baby K will arrive July 16.

Well, I've kept my pregnancy posts to a minimum, but I hit a milestone this week, and I thought, "Well, I'm gonna talk about it whether you want me to or not." So, please keep reading everyone. I promise it's still funny. Promise.

I am officially half-way done with this pregnancy! And, for the most part, it really hasn't been that bad. I've only yelled at Brady a few times, but he deserved it. Even his sister said so. Her exact words were, "Yeah, I'd punch him in the face." See, he deserved it.

And I know what you're all wondering right now, so I'll do my best to try to answer all your questions.

No, we still don't know what Baby K is. My doctor likes to wait until 23-24 weeks, meaning that we'll find out March 22. Finally! So, everyone, please put March 22 on your calendar. I know you want to. We sure do.

The baby's room is going to be decorated the same no matter what the baby decides to be. I mean, Brady's guitars do have to go somewhere. We drew straws, and the baby lost.

I may or may not have felt the baby move this past weekend. It was either the baby or gas, and since I've never been pregnant before, I'm not really good at telling the difference. If it was the baby, then it really likes John Wayne movies, especially The Searchers. This means I may have to let Brady add his favorite name back to our short list — John Wayne Kujawski.

I've gained 15 pounds. The scale is not my friend. And it's not because I've been fat and lazy. I walk, lift weights, fix fence, wrestle goats and still play tennis, and the numbers keep going up. And up. And up. I think this is a very cruel joke.

Massey doesn't know I'm pregnant. We've decided not to tell her. We'll just come home one day with this extra little person and say, "Surprise!"

So, there you go. 20 weeks down. 20 weeks to go. And July 16 will be here before we know it — just in time for Brady's birthday.

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