"My baby brother is doing great!"

I can only imagine these would be the words that Wyatt is saying right now.  I had another visit with the doctor today, the 19 week check up.  The doctor stated, "You are looking good, and the baby is doing great." 

Up another two pounds, I actually feel great.  Believe it or not, there are some days where I don't even feel pregnant.  This is totally different compared to Wyatt's pregnancy.  By now with Wyatt, I could hardly move.  I was so uncomfortable. 

Today I asked the doctor to compare the difference in the two pregnancies.  To my surprise, I was measuring about the same for both.  These were the numbers:

At 19 weeks for Wyatt is was:
131 pounds

At 19 weeks and 3 days for Nolan I am:
136 pounds

I honestly feel smaller with Nolan than I did with Wyatt.  We go on Monday for our 20 week ultrasound and we can't wait to see Nolan.  It has been 10 weeks since the last time we saw him. 

I remind myself, just as the sadness hits me like a rock when I think of Wyatt's pregnancy, that Wyatt gave his brother his life.  Without Wyatt, his brother wouldn't be here.  Wyatt's purpose was Nolan. 

I find myself concerned more during this pregnancy, obviously because I have already lost my Wyatt.  But in some ways, I sometimes feel like I am being laughed at for worrying.  I feel like Wyatt laughs while I worry because he knows that his baby brother is doing great!  He laughs because he finds it funny how much his mother worries about something that he is already taking care of.