Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday morning Josh came downstairs and said, hey do you want to go to St. Louis? I said sure. So after we got everything ready we drove the 3 1/2 hours to St. Louis just to have a fun weekend. Charlotte is staying with Grandma and Grandpa so we don't usually have the opportunity to just go away for longer than a morning and afternoon. We had fun going shopping at the Galleria mall and Plaza Frontenac. Josh drove by the Smart Car dealership because he is really wanting one of those eventually. Josh and Hayden got Cardinals hats and Josh was thrilled to finally have a hat that was comfortable. Saturday night we went to The Cheesecake Factory and we waited over an hour for a table, which turned out to be nice because Hayden was asleep by the time we were called.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
I had a suspicion that this baby was a girl, but really wasn't sure if it meant anything. There have been a lot of things that have been different this time around, but if you talk to anyone you're bound to hear a story of someone that had completely different pregnancies, but turned out the same sex as before. For me, I wasn't as sick. Smells still bothered me, but not nearly like they did with Hayden. I'm much more emotional/irritable this time vs. with Hayden I'm not sure there was a day I was in a bad mood. I don't have the heartburn like last time. Oh I still will munch on a few Tums at the end of the day, but I'm not having that bottle tied to me at all times. By this time with Hayden I was in pain from the heartburn and was needing something stronger. I had some serious fatigue at the beginning of this pregnancy, but with Hayden I didn't notice feeling tired. This time there were moments where I felt I could not walk up the stairs. Caring for a baby is tiring in itself, but this was not the same.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
It's 3 am, they're all asleep, and no one's here to see, as we rock back and forth, my baby boy and me.
His little head is feather light tucked up against my chin. I hold his tiny hand in mine and stroke his baby skin.
The house around us creaks and groans, the clock hands creep around. He snuggles closer to me still and makes his baby sounds.
I love these quiet hours so much and cherish every one, storing memories up inside my heart for lonely times to come.
All too soon he'll be grown up, his need for mama gone, but until then I still have time for kisses and a song,
Time for quiet hours like this with him cuddled in my arms, where I wish he'd always stay, protected, safe, and warm.
And yet I know the day will come when his tiny little hand will be much bigger than my own; he'll be grown into a man,
But until then he's mine to love with no one here to see, as we rock back and forth, my baby boy and me.