The time really is flying by.  I can hardly believe that I am 22 weeks pregnant and OVER halfway to the finish line – also known as the day I get to meet Baby Brickner for the first time.  It doesn’t seem long ago that I was wearing the tightest shirts possible in effort to draw attention to my “barely” there baby bump.  I realize this sounds backwards … but I seriously went from wearing flowy silhouettes pre-preganancy to slim ones from the very first days because I was so proud of the bump I was beginning to show.
These days, there is little reason to find the tightest shirts in my closet, as my stomache has grown to the point where it is quite obvious regardless.  Yes, there is definitely a baby growing in there and she seems to be getting bigger everyday.  In fact, last week marked the point where it became essential for new undies & bras.  I was starting to have indented lines all over the areas where my previous ones clearly didn’t fit.
It is hard to imagine what my bump will be like come July.  But the fact remains that I am honored to carry this little princess each & every day.
22 Weeks

I am officially on CLOUD NINE.  A pink cloud, that is.  And, as you probably guessed …
This is why:

I still cannot believe that Baby Brickner is a SHE!!!!  This is ALMOST as shocking as finding out that I was pregnant four months ago.  Visions of giant floral headbands, tutus, and colored tights are officially dancing in my head.  I seriously would have been happy EITHER WAY, and I mean it when I say that, but the thought of having a daughter is absolutely exhilerating. 
A special thank you to my mom and sister-in-law for planning the details of the ADORABLE bumblebee themed party, and to my dad for following it through. 
I know Little Miss Brickner already loves each of you. 
More information on the party tomorrow … I’ll remain in my euphoria until then. 🙂  

It really is hard to put into words how amazing the feelings I have been experiencing the last couple of weeks have been.  And no, I am not referring to the emotional high I have been on since finding out that we were expecting our first child, but more specifically, the actual feelings of movement that have been occuring in my lower abdomen.  I never thought I could love such a butterfly/popcorn-popping/swimming sort of sensation (that, by the way, has transformed this week into actual karate kicks that feel much like major muscle spasms), but I do.  So much so that I crave it, and truly get excited with each movement I feel as it indicates the precious little baby-to-be that is currently subsiding in my belly.
PS – I must point out that Mr. BB/Daddy-to-Be is also getting to partake in the fun, as he was kicked in the head this past Wedneday evening three times in a row.  Memories.

I seriously wish that they would let me come to the doctor’s every week.  Either that, or at the very least allow me to install an ultrasound machine in my home (along with the ultrasound technician to help me with it).  I LOVE going to the doctor.  I said it.  It’s a statement I never thought I would make, that I am confident few people make, and admittedly, I certainly have never felt this way before.  But now that I am with baby, I look forward to the chance to get even the littlest insight into how HE OR SHE is progressing.
So yesterday marked one of our monthly appointments, and specifically, THE appointment we had been waiting for – our BIG, 20 week ultrasound.  And the experience did not disapoint.  We had the opportunity to spend approximately 45 minutes watching precious Baby B. on the big screen. 
Best moments EVER. 

So yes, as you can see … we had ten fingers & ten toes.  Along with an incredibly cute face, if I do say so myself.  (Yes, I can see it perfectly.)  And just as exciting, our ultrasound technician was able to detect the GENDER of Baby Bricker … which will be revealed in only 3 days.
Not that I’m counting.

One week from today, Mr. BB and I will finally have the opportunity to see the second picture of our baby-to-be.  As previously posted, the first photo was taken precisely 12 weeks ago … not that I’m counting.  We knew then that the wait to the monumental 20 week ultrasound was going to be a long one, but it seems that the closer we get, the slower times passes.  And while I am trying to be patient, I am absolutely over the moon about being able to know the gender of Baby Brickner, and also (more importantly) to get the next glimpses of a healthy boy or girl.
So the final guesses are coming in … and there certainly doesn’t seem to be a swing in any one direction.  My mom?  Her mother’s intuition says boy, and my sister agrees.  My husband’s side of the family?  All seem to envision a future in pink.  My closest friends seem to be thinking boy, while most of those at my work favor a girl. 
And the actual parents-to-be?!  We don’t have a feeling at all.  Sure, my husband (as most men do) seems to forsee a baby boy to bring fishing and in his Jeep … but I know a little girl would steal his heart.  Me, I don’t seems to have that “mother’s intuition” I’ve been told can be so strong.
It looks like we will have a wait a little bit longer.  Hope it goes fast.