I still enjoyed being pregnant, but this time it was harder. I had to take shots in my tushie every week so that Mr. Bryce wasn't early in his arrival. Thanks, Abbie, for poking me in the butt each week. That's love right there. 26 weeks into my pregnancy, I started feeling a lot of contractions. Not painful ones, though, so I chalked it up to braxton hicks. But it was a Friday, so I called just to be sure. They told me to lay down, drink juice and call in an hour. Well they hadn't stopped, so I had to go to the ER. Got to the ER and the Triage nurse remembered me. She told me "didn't you just have one?" Yep. Sure did. Vegas, man, Vegas. They monitored me, flooded me with fluids, and finally let me go home at like 2am. I was put on bedrest for the weekend. Let me tell you... being on bedrest with an 8 month old is not an easy task!
The rest of the pregnancy was ok, but I was absolutely miserable at the end. I had been dilating that whole time, and my water was about to break. I went in for an exam and the Dr sent me straight over to the hospital. That was Wednesday, September 21st at noon.
Bryce Alexander Lennex was born at 4:22pm on 9/21/11. He weighed 6lb 7oz and was 20" long. A tiny little dude. He also quit breathing shortly after he was born. I don't know what it is about my kids and breathing. Here's Bryce's first picture: