this morning she woke me up with the biggest kick yet - it felt like someone dropped a soccer ball on my belly. my eyes flew open and i looked to see who had done it - and she did it three more times! it was really fun. i love this kid.
|here i am with a huge hard belly at 28 weeks. (forgive the goofy shot, patrick was making me laugh and do all sorts of crazy things. turned out to be the least-horrid of the pics, so it made the blog.)|
having the girls here is giving me a little taste of what it's like to have more than one kid. it's surprising - i tuck sam in at the end of the day and realize i don't know what happened in his life for every single moment. were there sad things i missed? happy things? does he know i love him ridiculously, or does he only remember the times i told him not to throw food?
it's made me more aware of taking time to really connect with him, and to pay attention. he's changing so fast. and i know that's good practice for when vava arrives and my exhausted sleep-deprived brain is trying to catch up with loving them both and remembering which one of them needs to eat and which one needs a clean bum.
hopefully, i can keep those needs separate. ;)