Amazing how life can change in a few weeks. The entire direction by finding out we’re pregnant. Its been a week now of sickness. I haven’t left the house in a week. I remember these feelings well. “A day at a time” I tell myself.
Jameson and I had a few special moments in bed together today. We were eating watermelon and talking about baby when he said “mom, I had a baby in my belly one time too”. You did? Is the baby still in there? “no… I ate it because I was really hungry.” Jameson doesn’t quite understand the concept of pregnancy yet. It’ll come.
I’ve been feeling lonesome and wishing I could do anything. Then I lay here and see my stomach pulse and realize a whole lot is happening. I just need to hold tight. Next year we’ll be a family of 5. I’m not alone.