Our Little Boy
My Precious Child,
Each one of the posts on this blog so far have been written to your sister. They include her pictures, her stories, and her name. But there was always a part of me that knew that I was writing them for you too. You. Our 2nd baby. Our little boy.
I know that you have always been a piece of me, a part of my story waiting to be told. The moment I learned we were expecting you, my heart felt full, fuller than ever before. I learned about you on June 8th, 2016. Your daddy and I would be celebrating our 4-year wedding anniversary the next day and we had agreed not to buy each other presents. He joked that I could always surprise him with something if I wanted.
I took a test late that afternoon. Surprise!
I stuffed the test in a card that said, "Hell yeah, this is something to celebrate!" I found him in the kitchen, gave it to him, and watched anxiously as he casually opened the envelope like it was a regular piece of mail. It was clear he had no clue what he was about to find tucked in that envelope. We had just started talking about a 2nd baby. It was on our radar within a year or so but to have it happening now - right now - I didn't know what to expect.
He read the card, saw the test, and looked up at me with his jaw dropped and his eyes huge. A smile spread across his whole face. "Are you serious?"
He wrapped his arms around me and held me there in the kitchen until it felt okay to let go. It may have been a minute. It may have been ten. I don't remember. But I do remember feeling in that moment that, despite the are-we-really-ready-for-this feeling in my gut, everything was going to be okay.
We would have never felt ready. There would have always been a "wrong time" at work, a "wrong time" for Josslyn, a "wrong time" financially - but God knew we needed you. It's the right time.
I am 33 weeks pregnant today. You are sitting low in my belly and I've been looking like I could pop for about a month now. I've gotten the following comments:
Love Always and Forever,
Mom
Each one of the posts on this blog so far have been written to your sister. They include her pictures, her stories, and her name. But there was always a part of me that knew that I was writing them for you too. You. Our 2nd baby. Our little boy.
I know that you have always been a piece of me, a part of my story waiting to be told. The moment I learned we were expecting you, my heart felt full, fuller than ever before. I learned about you on June 8th, 2016. Your daddy and I would be celebrating our 4-year wedding anniversary the next day and we had agreed not to buy each other presents. He joked that I could always surprise him with something if I wanted.
I took a test late that afternoon. Surprise!
I stuffed the test in a card that said, "Hell yeah, this is something to celebrate!" I found him in the kitchen, gave it to him, and watched anxiously as he casually opened the envelope like it was a regular piece of mail. It was clear he had no clue what he was about to find tucked in that envelope. We had just started talking about a 2nd baby. It was on our radar within a year or so but to have it happening now - right now - I didn't know what to expect.
He read the card, saw the test, and looked up at me with his jaw dropped and his eyes huge. A smile spread across his whole face. "Are you serious?"
He wrapped his arms around me and held me there in the kitchen until it felt okay to let go. It may have been a minute. It may have been ten. I don't remember. But I do remember feeling in that moment that, despite the are-we-really-ready-for-this feeling in my gut, everything was going to be okay.
We would have never felt ready. There would have always been a "wrong time" at work, a "wrong time" for Josslyn, a "wrong time" financially - but God knew we needed you. It's the right time.
I am 33 weeks pregnant today. You are sitting low in my belly and I've been looking like I could pop for about a month now. I've gotten the following comments:
- Is it twins? (Nope)
- Any day now! (Nope)
- You look huge. (Thanks?)
- You look so uncomfortable. (I'm not. I feel great.)
Photo Credit: Northern Stories (www.northern-stories.com)
I get lots of stares and whispers and questions and pretty crappy sleep but you are worth every single second. Your sister can't wait to meet you. She talks every day about "going to hopsicle" when you're born and giving you kisses. The other night you were giving your daddy high fives through my belly. You are strong and healthy and our hearts anxiously await your arrival.
From one 2nd born to another: I know that sometimes it will feel like you get sloppy seconds. There may be less pictures and keepsakes and pages filled out in your baby book but there is exactly the same amount of love. I promise you that. And this post is for you, my boy. You are loved. You are loved. You are so so loved.
Love Always and Forever,
Mom
Can you please write more often.
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