The name of this blog should really be 21 weeks in San Francisco, since I'm already in my 18th week of pregnancy. I've written in a journal twice since we found out I was pregnant, but my handwriting sucks, so I could never motivate.
For the sake of my pregnancy addled brain, I'm now keeping a blog of this process so I can look back on at least half of the experience and the life I was leading while gestating this little life.
The husband and I live in San Francisco, in a cute little apartment on Telegraph Hill. We hope to stay here for a while (rent control rocks!), so hopefully the 1 1/2 bedroom apartment doesn't get too small, too fast.
Tomorrow we get to find out the sex of the baby, I'm hoping I'll be able to sleep tonight. It's such big news and such a cool thing to be able to know this early on.
So far we have a list of baby names for boys and girls, I'm getting excited to narrow down the list. Although I'm seriously in love with the name Harbor for either a boy or a girl. I figure my kid will hate their name regardless, so we might as well go with something we love.
On the emotional front, I'm feeling super attached and lovey towards Justin right now. I just want to be around him 24/7. Good thing he's tolerating me and my gassyness, bitchiness and my need to eat once every 15 minutes or so. I've gotten really lucky.
Off to sleep, feels like I'm doing a lot of that lately. I took a two hour nap when I got home today and I'm already tired again. Making a baby is hard work.
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