We found out yesterday that we're expecting a sweet little girl!
I had a dream the night before the ultrasound that it was a boy. I went in convinced that they would tell me it was a boy. I didn't care either way, but I guess subconsciously I wanted a girl b/c I started tearing up when she told us what it was. I couldn’t say anything, all I could muster were these really high pitch giggles. Lol
I’m gonna have to work on Caden a little bit though. After we told him it was a girl, I asked him if he was happy that he was gonna have a baby sister and he shook his head no! lol
Caden has already started practicing his big brother skills. Whenever he sees a child that remotely looks like it’s his age or younger he calls it a baby and wants to hug them. I had to finally make him stop hugging this poor 1 ½ year old at the zoo. Last weekend when he saw his cousin Bradley (who’s 1) he kept hugging him and patting him on the back. He would say, “It’s ok Bradley” while he patted him or “It’s ok Bradley, don’t cry” (Bradley was happily sucking on his paci and wasn’t shedding any tears lol)
I'll keep y'all posted as everything progresses.
My coworkers gave me pink roses today!!
Caden playing in the slip-in-slip at Gamma & Pappaw's
Caden had just finished supper and we were comparing
tummies. I think I won!! (excuse the no makeup lol)
At our house right before the first of two
birthday parties that he had to go to that day.
After the two birthday parties...
A family pic at Bradley's 1 year old party. Caden is not a
fan of having his picture taken b/c he actually has to stay
Driving on the way home. Everytime we get to the gravel
part on our road he gets to drive. He asks to drive EVERY
Playing at in the park in desperate need of a haircut!
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and maybe make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo. David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?", you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! All my life I dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people that you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around...and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.
But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to go to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland.
Taken from Children with Visial Impairments Edited by M. Cay Holbrook, Ph.D. Copywrite by Emily Perl Kingsley 1987