It's January 24th, I'm feeling a bit crampy, crabby, you know like aunt flo is about to kick in. But something just felt a little off. So I check the calender and hmmm I'm 4 days late. I'm never late. I mean never. I try and brush it off, but I can't. Shannon and I are at Target later that day and I tell Shannon I have to go grab something, "what" he says. I can't lie to that guy, "a pregnancy test" I say, "you don't need one of those" he mutters, "I'm 4 days late" "oh ok go get one." I'm so sure the test is going to be negative because, hey we're always good, that I buy a bottle of tequila at the grocery store. We get home, I make my way to the potty and...
About 14 weeks prego, the first sign of a little bump! I felt pretty good, some nausea here and there, super tired, little anxious and emotional, other than that... fabulous!
At 19.5 weeks we did the big ultrasound! It's a BOY! Shannon was so excited to be having a son, someone he could share his love of sports and outdoorsy stuff with! And me, I would have been happy either way, but I was so happy to be giving Shannon his little man!
33.5 weeks we took pregnancy shots with our wedding photographer!

38 weeks... my birthday weekend. We took a drive to the beach knowing that could be the last time we got out alone! I was pretty uncomfortable, and ready for baby. I was physically and emotionally spent. Ready for Quinten to make his appearance.




I guess you could call it mother's intuition or something but this was the last outing that we had just the two of us. Our little man came just a few days later...
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