At-Home Doppler: The best worst gift I've probably ever gotten
End of October: 13 weeks pregnant with #HundtBaby4 In case it hasn't been made obvious enough, you can probably tell I might not be the easiest pregnant person to live with. Especially during first trimester (or let's be honest, basically until a baby continually gives me reassurance with kicks or actually let's be REALLY honest, until the baby is in my arms), I am a DI-SAS-TER. #MyCrazy is in full swing during this time. You can go back through old blogs while I was pregnant with Nolan and Judah and also when I was pregnant with Carter to see the pattern- losing sleep, checking to see if I'm bleeding a million times a day, constantly worrying, etc. In October, I hit a really rough patch- mentally. I had my 12 week appointment to which I did not score an ultrasound (even though I tried and actually also cried) and I was going to have to go another four weeks until I was next given any reassurance that things were okay. That feels like ETERNITY T...