Hello, little one. It's me, your Mommy! You are almost two months old in my tummy, and you are reminding me of your presence all the time. I have been much more nauseas with you than I was with your brother, and I think it's just your sweet little way of saying, "Hey Mommy! I'm here! Don't forget!" :)
I've been thinking about you a lot lately - who you are, what you'll be like, who you'll look like. You are such a little mystery, angel face! I do know one thing, though. You are my blessing. My precious little blessing from the Lord. How wonderful that He chose YOU for ME! I can't wait to get to know you better through this pregnancy, lambkin.
Although I didn't think the pregnancy test would be positive when I tested several weeks ago, I did have a moment in the car several days before that when I thought you may have been hiding in my tummy. You see, I had an intense NEED for Olive Garden salad and Glam*Ma was in town, so I texted her and had her meet Levi and I there. On the way, I was sitting at a stop light and the song The Man You Didn't Have To Be by Brad Paisley came on the radio. Out of nowhere, I just started crying! CRYING at a COUNTRY SONG that has ABSOLUTELY ZERO RELEVANCE TO MY LIFE! It was the strangest thing, and there was no other way to explain my insanity except for, "I must be pregnant". I've heard that song for years and never thought a thing about it. That day? Well, it was the saddest sweetest song I'd ever heard. Strange.
Another time the thought crossed my mind that you may be lurking around is when I woke up a couple months ago and popped open my morning Diet Coke and when I took a swig, I spit it back out and nearly thew up. The taste absolutely sickened me. I thought something might be up because I've had a Diet Coke every morning since I was in High School. Little One, you are doing strange and funny things to your Mommy.
I have some intense food aversions right now. They are: Peanut Butter, Chocolate, Diet Coke, and most all greasy foods (except french fries. Oh, and hushpuppies. Yum.).
The food I love and crave daily : Smoothies, Salads, Chicken Salad Sandwiches, Fresh Fruit Bars (the peach is AMAZING because it's tart and delicious) and frozen fruit (mango, specifically).
My appetite is insane. I'll be hungry, take a couple of bites and suddenly be stuffed to capacity. I think there are 12 of you hiding out in there taking up space in my stomach.
I still have z-e-r-o intuition of your gender. I stared at a tiny new born baby boy the other day and hoped you might be a boy. And then I saw his older sister and thought you might be a girl. When I pray for you, I subconsciously throw "he" and "she" in there intermixed. It's just strange calling you an "IT", so I just call you both. :) Levi says he hopes you are a "sister", but I think it's because he is obsessed with Caillou and really likes his little sister Rosie. Ha!
I keep thinking I feel you move. I don't think I really am, unless you are much bigger than I am expecting, but I swear I feel something. The other night I had a dream that you were kicking around like crazy, and I woke up expecting it to be much closer to April. It was so realistic and it instantly took me back to my pregnancy with your brother. I can't wait to really feel those kicks and jabs. That is my favorite part.
Well, you little love lamb, keep on growing and doing your thing. I'll be right here with you, doing mine.
I love you, baby. To the moon and back.