My best friend took me baby shopping the other day. She's moving away really soon and wanted to get us some stuff for the baby before she leaves. Sitting on my couch looking through all the stuff we bought, bottles, little tiny binkies, the boppy pillow with a new cover, and the rest of the strictly little baby stuff, I realized something: we're having another baby. I know what you're thinking, "...duh!" I always knew we were having another baby, but I've been so focused on preparing Aiden for his baby brother, preparing myself for all the hard work of rearing two little ones practically on my own, and mitigating family visits, that the actual baby sort of slipped my mind.
Another baby. Another little bundle of joy. Another tiny person with a personality all his own.
I'm excited now. All the fear that I was feeling, the worry, the anxiety, seems to have melted away. I'm excited to meet this little boy that I've been carrying for thirty weeks. I've cherished every little movement, well, sort of. It's painful this time around. But now, when he moves, pokes something out and pinches me, I'm actually liking being able to feel his little body with my hands as I push him back. I actually went and looked through Aiden's old newborn pictures to hopefully get a glimpse of the new baby. You know what I saw? Surprise! They look just like Aiden. I don't know what I was expecting. I just can't wait to meet this little guy. To see him face to face. It's very odd to feel such love for a person you've never even met. I just know how much I love the one I already have, and know that I'll love this one just as much.
Only ten more weeks, I guess. Maybe less.
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