
This picture is a little yellow but you get the idea. I'm still feeling good and my emotions have been in check which has been great. Yesterday was such a fantastic day. Tyler and I spent time catching up on Rock of Love, The Fringe, and Desperate Housewives ( he hates Rock of Love and Desperate Housewives but you know, I 'm pregnant...I choose). It was so nice to spend the day being lazy together.
I cannot believe we have less than 2 months to go. Everyday I hope that my little boy looks just like his daddy. I want a little Tyler running around with his dark spikey hair and freckles. Tyler keeps telling me that he can't wait to meet him and I always reply, YES YOU CAN. I want this baby to cook to full term.
Here is a poem I found in by baby book that I just love and wanted to share with you all.
When One Become Two
A new life begins
a fresh heartbeat
a flutter of feet
a new soul.
Little miracle placed in my womb
I feed you, I nurture you
and the string between our hearts grows strong.
Little one growing in my womb
Daddy and I lay our hands upon my growing belly
and wait for you to flutter a reply.
Little person living in my womb
I welcome and cherish your consuming
presence
and long to gaze into your deep, warm eyes.
Little baby curled up in my womb
I anxiously prepare for your arrival
and dream of touching your soft new skin.
Little child born of my womb
I embrace your tiny self
and dream of holding your forever.
Oh baby, sweet baby
a fresh heartbeat
a flutter of feet
a new soul.
Jacquelyn DeLaveaga