You know, when I first found out I was pregnant with Connor, I'm pretty sure my heart sank. On that particular day, Brayden was screaming on the bathroom floor as I peed on a stick. I picked up my screaming babe, read the "pregnant" stick, and started crying. How in the world could I raise two babes? As the months have passed, my feelings have changed from utter fear to excited reservation.
The other night I was thinking about how I felt the moment they layed Brayden on my stomach. Fresh, new life. A new life that God created through Drew and I. It's a deep miracle that I wish everyone on the planet could experience. Thinking about going through that experience again (while frightening since I am a wuss when it comes to pain), makes me kind of giddy inside. For some reason knowing how I felt with Brayden makes me almost have even stronger feelings for Connor before it's all happened. I love him so much. I love feeling him kick. Sometimes at night I pray that he'll start kicking just so I can feel his little body move within me. It's the best feeling in the world, my favorite part about pregnancy, and most definitely the greatest thing I miss when pregnancy comes to an end.
So for 17 more weeks (I cannot believe I'll be 23 weeks tomorrow!) I'll sit here enjoying the kicks, the stretches and the love pokes, and grow in my excitement awaiting the arrival of the 3rd man in my life. Boy, am I one lucky woman-- 3 men... and 4 if you count my furry wonder dog :)