Today was one of the hardest days of my life. Over the weekend, I had to make a decision, one I know was right, but one I never wanted to make. We needed to say Goodbye to our Gunner. Our little man was 14 years old and has been struggling for the last couple months. His body just couldn't keep up with his spunk. We said Goodbye to him this morning. Our hearts are shattered. He was Weston's best friend, Chris' pain in the butt and my constant companion. Gunner, we will miss you everyday and wish you could have met Spencer. Gunner loved babies!
Life is so precious. Along with the bad, came the good. With our loss of Gunner, Chris was able to stay home an extra day and go with me to my doctor's appointment. The first one he has gotten to go to since we found out we were expecting twins. He got to see Spencer moving around, his little heart beat and his smooshed up face! I also had to take my glucose test today. There is nothing more fun than chugging a drink full of sugar and being on a sugar rush.