Today I took my little guy to the beach for the first time. Well, the first time since he’s been moving and kicking around. The past couple days he has been moving nonstop. As much as I love it… I was curious to see if certain things would calm him down.
The beach. I think he felt the crashing of the waves, heard the sounds of the ocean, and enjoyed the sand between my toes. The whole time we were there, he didn’t make a single move. It’s so calming and peaceful. I think I’ll have to make more of an effort to go down there. He loves it, I can tell.
I can’t wait until he takes his first steps into the water, we build sandcastles, swim in the water, and he takes his first wave. Beach baby. I just know it. Gosh, I love him so much.
11 more weeks to go!
I love you (more and more each day),
Your mama xoxo
The crib has arrived. A new outfit. Dresser…any day now. All these little things and things for this little guy. It’s starting to become more and more real. But still so much to do. As much as this planning and thinking stresses me out…I just lay in bed, feel him, and I feel a little bit better. He won’t care what anything looks like, if it matches, where we got it, if it’s old or new. He’ll just be snuggled up in my arms. Content and happy. This little human boy will be here in about 12 weeks! I can’t wait until his little tiny fingers grasp onto my mine. Our little monkey.
12 more weeks to go!
I love you,
your mama xo
Boy. I still can’t believe there is a little boy growing inside of me. Incredible. It seems like the most unnatural thing to be happening, and yet it is the most natural experience a woman can have. I am SO overjoyed to be having a boy. It’s funny, because I just assumed I would want to have a girl. Mostly because I am a girl, and I know how to be a girl. But the moment I found out I was having a boy, it was like any thoughts of having a girl vanished. I’ve never been so excited to meet anyone in my life. I can’t wait for soccer games, surf contests, drums blaring, guitars strumming, first dates, first kisses ( i’ll never hear about i’m sure), skinned knees, ripped jeans, stained clothes, jumping off couches, rough hugs and those little dirty hands. His tiny fingers laced with mine. Cheers to boys! I’m ready!
17 weeks to go.
I love you,