Two Is Less Than Three

Sometimes I really can’t stand my family. They need to get off their high horses. They act like they can do no wrong whatsoever, especially when confronted about something they did. But apparently anyone and everyone else can be at fault for something. Even something so minuscule it’s ridiculous.

Low blood sugar makes my baby kick more.
In fact, every time it’s been low, I’ve been asleep. And my little guy starts kicking me like crazy, then I wake up and check my blood sugar. It’s like he knows somehow and was trying to tell me. Not sure if that’s true or not, but thinking about it that way is pretty amazing to me.

Went to the high risk OB today. My baby boy is 4 lbs. 2 oz., in the 50th percentile, and very healthy! He also didn’t want us to see his face apparently, he kept putting his hands in front of him. Eeeeep, I’m so excited!