It has always been important to me that my babies have a sibling. I love my little brother and I am always grateful for him. So we had planned to get pregnant the month before we actually did but it didn't quite work out. I always worry when things don't work out as I have planned but just one month later I found out you were coming. I stenciled "Big sister" on the front and "coming July 2013" on the back of your sister's onesie and when your daddy came home from work I sent her crawling his way. He was happy and could not stop talking about having a son. I giggled because I thought you were a girl. That happened before too, but I felt the same as far as sickness and food cravings. So I thought I was right again. When we went to get the ultrasound I looked up at the screen and I knew right away where the legs were and that you were a boy. Honestly, I have always wanted a son (and your daddy has laughed at me for watching a missionary come home and hoping that one day I would be that proud mom) but I was a little scared. Only for the obvious reasons of relating to a boy and being the best mommy I can be. I am over that now, you are one week old as I write this and I have no fear of being able to give you all I have, even if I'm not perfect. I love you, baby. While you were in my belly I went a little crazy - I had hormonal mood swings a lot. While I'm glad that is over ;) I miss your strong kicks. You sassed me quite a bit when you didn't like the position I was in. You are one strong boy and you have been since the moment I felt you.
Love Mommy
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