The time is flying by this pregnancy and there’s some things I just never ever want to forget about this time.
Like the way B pulls up my shirt and hugs and kisses “the baby” every single night before bed and throughout the days sometimes. He’s completely smitten already and loves this little of brother of his so much.
Or how C’s face lights up every time I’m rocking and nursing him to sleep and he feels the baby moving. He exclaims “baby moving!!! I feel him. Silly baby moving!!”
Both boys find such joy and wonder I’m feeling the baby moving move.
Then there’s A, who isn’t particularly over excited about the baby moving but has a checklist of things that need to be completed before he arrives (like buying the cutest JellyCat stuffed animal she can find) and can’t wait to hold him in her arms.
We’re ready for him whenever he decides he’s ready but I’m also soaking in these moments I don’t want to ever take for granted.
