What a whirlwind of a pregnancy. First, let me give you a little background info before diving in to Cannon’s birth story. We found out pretty early on that I was pregnant–the sign that I have ALWAYS gotten before even taking a pregnancy test…drinking water and feeling like I’m going to vomit. Morning sickness starts basically the day I find out we’re pregnant and it’s basically the way we’ve always found out another is on the way.
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I didn’t call my OB until I was about 16 weeks because well…#notmyfirstrodeo. My first scheduled appointment was for my 20 week ultrasound, we’d get to see our baby + find out the gender! I wanted to be surprised but Ty can’t handle it. He has to know, he can’t stand the suspense! The second the sonographer put the doppler on my belly it landed right on a certain area and I knew our baby was going to be a boy! We were thrilled, although we didn’t have a preference whether God gave us another boy or girl, but we knew Lincoln was going to be ecstatic. He’d be praying about this day for many years. Finally…another boy in the family!
After our appointment, we grabbed Culver’s cheese curds (that + Coldstone chocolate shakes with chocolate shavings) were my cravings this time around. Super healthy. I know. That Friday evening I got a call from the OB’s office letting us know they had the doctor read the ultrasound and there were some concerns so they asked us to call first thing Monday morning. Ok, first of all…that’s mean. You don’t call someone to tell them there’s a possible issue or problem with their baby on a Friday after hours and are unable to tell them anything. It was one of the hardest and most stressful weekends, I couldn’t get all of the ‘what ifs’ out of my head.
Monday morning came around, the OB’s office opened at 8am and I was on with them at 8:01. After speaking with the doctor we were informed that Cannon’s arms and legs were measuring about 2 weeks behind the rest of his little body and that this is often a sign of chromosomal issues, dwarfism, or a host of other complications. They wanted me to ‘relax’ (HA, right!) and then come back in 2 weeks for another scan to make sure it was performed properly the first time.
Fast forward 2 weeks, we had another scan with the same results. 2 weeks later, same results. We were going in for ultrasounds every 2 weeks for about 12 weeks, each time more stressful. I have always loved an ultrasound and seeing my babies but I started dreading them and the phone call I knew was coming afterwards. It didn’t matter if our baby was going to have health issues, we’d love him the same no matter what but also the stress it was causing me I knew wasn’t healthy. I finally gave it to God. There was nothing I could do so I just prayed for peace.
I had been telling my OB the ENTIRE TIME that I thought my date was a week off but she said everything would be smaller then. Finally at our 32 week ultrasound his legs and arms caught up to the rest of his body. We met with the doc after the scan she said “Ok, no more ultrasounds. He looks good!” I wanted to punch her for all we were put through (I actually love my OB, promise!) but instead burst into tears, thankful we could start moving on and enjoying this pregnancy.
One of the things I’m known for are my pregnant bellies. I’m not the biggest person around and no one believes me that I get GIGANTIC when I’m pregnant so let me prove it in pictures. My babies aren’t small and I carry a ton of extra water. Those two things combined make for what my loving husband likes to call ‘the torpedo belly’!
Even Ty’s shirt couldn’t cover this belly! 
37 weeks (5 weeks to go!)
Couldn’t drive at the very end! 
32 weeks!
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