
~29 weeks~
Patience has really never been my virtue. It's definitely not my strong point.
I've noticed that over the last couple of weeks I've found myself eager to have Peanut here. I'm eager to see his face, to kiss his cheeks and smell his skin. I can't wait to see what he looks like and find his personality traits.
Tonight as I lay on my bed reading a book I found myself distracted. This little man kept catching my attention as he poked and prodded and kicked and squirmed. I was sitting with a pillow on my stomach and my arms on my pillow. Even trying to hold the book still wasn't working as Peanut's movements were causing my book to bounce and sway. It made me laugh and he calmed as his father rubbed my stomach and we talked him into temporary submission. I'm sure he just tired himself out.
Trying to wrap my mind around this growing being inside me...it's too overwhelming. It's bizarre, this creating of a human. It's bizarre and natural at the same time. We see it every day and I'm still floored by the entire experience. Have I told you yet that I love it?
I realized that as much as I'm eager to meet him, I am also content to have him stay where he is until the time has come for him to enter the world. We will never be as close as we are now. So physically close that this child is actually inside me, part of me. The connection will never be the same as it is now. It will be wonderful and powerful I'm sure- but it will be different after he is born. There is a quiet ease between us now.
I wish I could share this with B. I wish there was a way for him to experience it. It's so magical and I know he would love it.
Life can be so sweet.
Oh, gotta go.... I think the chocolate chipotle brownies are ready...
















































