Since last Friday, James Robert has kissed my belly approximately 1000 times. He wants to talk to the baby, kiss the baby and give the baby pats. These are all unprompted behaviors--pure instinct of a deeply affectionate little boy.
For weeks we have been keeping my pregnancy a secret from James Robert. With hopeful anticipation, we waited until our 12 week ultrasound went well to tell him the happy news. I wasn’t sure that his two year old brain would soak in the information, but he latched on immediatly and is so proud to tell people that he is going to be a big brother (even strangers are greeted with the jubilant proclamation).
This baby is an answer to so many prayers and watching James Robert be excited about the news had made it that much sweeter.
As an older sibling, I can appreciate the excitement of welcoming a baby into the family; I also anticipate that there will be intense adjustment for James Robert. I pray constantly that this transition will be a (mostly) sweet one for him. And I’m so very conscious to relish the one-on-one time we have now.
This time around, I am also very aware that this may be my last pregnancy and I want to savor the experience. I am SO excited to be on this journey and so very thankful for a growing family.
So, I know, started blogging again, and then have had a hard time posting regularly. But now that I'm starting to feel better, I hope to be back on track! Stay tuned for what I hope will be some fun pregnancy related posts—because let’s be honest, the 9 month marathon is always more enjoyable when connecting with other moms.