M and I have been trying to have another baby for awhile now. When I say "trying," I mean we have ceased all preventative measures. We decided we were ready and we would just see what happened. Nothing has happened. I am tossing around the idea of taking Clomid again. When trying to conceive the first time, I took the lowest dose for one week and got pregnant. Thirty eight weeks and four days later I gave birth to a healthy 8.1 ounce boy.Get it? 4.5.6.7.8.1.2.3.4 ( if you drop the zero.) Seriously, what are the chances?
Well, if I got pregnant with baby number 2 on my current cycle, the baby would be born on 7.8.09. The due date would be a couple days later, but since I had a c-section for my first pregnancy, I would be able to pick the day to be induced. And of course I would pick that date, because come on...how fun would it be to say your kids were born on 4.5.06 and 7.8.09? Yes, I am a dork.
After meeting E for the first time, I was convinced that we get the babies we are supposed to have. And they join our lives when they are supposed to. It will be interesting to see if I conceive this month!
And a few updated pictures of my man...

And yes...that is a bottle in that picture. It is the only way he will drink milk. And he only has it before bed. And he is asleep within 5 minutes. We aren't ready to mess with a good thing.

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