I had my first son when I was 21. The second he was born I fell in love at first sight. All the late night feedings, non-stop crying Amd crankiness got to me now and then but I still felt like I could never love another person or child the way I loved and love him. He is now 4 and in school. And I couldn't fathom having another child to share my time an attention with.... But life had a different choice for me. I was soon plagued with baby fever.. Oh the dreaded baby fever. I caught myself gazing at babies in a longing way just wanting toehold Amd snuggle them. I would carry my cat around the house not realizing I was carrying the poor thing like a baby. Then people around me started having babies, and I would get to hold
Them and smell their baby smells. Lol tormenting and I believe that's what sent my eggs into overdrive. You forget all the sleepless nights, all the fussy days. Accidentally sticking your finger in poop while changing a diaper almost never happened. All you can imagine is that little squirmy old man baby in your arms. Getting your features day by day and looking like a little person.

Now at the beginning of may 2011 I finally gave into a pregnancy test. My breasts where aching and I was late! So sitting on the potty reading the instructions waiting for my assumed negative result, I look down and only one line so far. So I thought give it a minute to confirm that I'm not pregnant. Well I almost fell off of the toilet after that.  For the next day or so I couldnt help but feeling a little overwhelmed.  I love love love babies, but for some reason pregnancy is just not my thing. Those women that love it I stare at in disbelief.  Maybe its my short stature, and the fact that it has to eventually come out, but if the stork actually delivered babies i would have more than 2!

So fast forward, I am now almost 26 weeks and its been a battle. One because I have a complete lack of patience to meet this little person, and two because heart burn and other lovely side effects.  Oh did I mention its, hes a little boy.  90% chance anyways!!  So my impatience at least can put a name to the little fella. I am actually enjoying this pregnancy though all things aside.  I now know what is going to happen, well as much as you can know with an unpredictable little person controlling the situation.  I smile when the baby moves, I feel extremely connected considering the first time I was too scared to almost acknowlege what was going on.  And I have one beautiful son out of that. I am definately excited to meet his little brother. 

this is little Liam not so little any more! This was his birthday this year, and he turned 4!  Then started school. Which has been a bit of a battle.   One because mommy is sad over him not being home all the time, but also he isnt enjoying it as much as I had hoped!