I'll be honest. I am not good at being pregnant. I have been sick since about eight weeks in and have been nearly impossible to live with. If there was ever a doubt in my mind that Hank was not a good man (there wasn't), then the fact that he has not left my side over the past 35 weeks was all the proof I needed.
In November, we found out that the precious baby (who Hank had nicknamed Cecil) that I was carrying around was indeed a little girl. We would have been thrilled either way that ultrasound went, and I was fairly convinced I was having a boy. I have the blue sleeper gowns purchased the day before the ultrasound to prove it. However, watching Hank transform from my husband into the daddy of a little girl has been magical.