A lot of people have been asking me how this pregnancy compares to my pregnancy with the boys. Honestly, this pregnancy has been much more difficult. From the get go I had morning sickness. And it lasted, as you all know, until I was 18 weeks along. It was miserable. I was sick, the boys were sick, the house was sick. It was awful.
Then about seven weeks ago, the nausea went away. I wasn't sick anymore. Then the baby started moving around a lot, and we chose a name. Wyatt. (Which, adorably, Logan thought was "Quiet" for the first few weeks.) Things started falling into place, I began to accept that this little guy was going to join us, be one of our family.
And now I look forward to feeling him move around each day. Both Josh & my mom have felt him move, and sometimes when I'm sitting on the couch I can see him rolling under my shirt. It's amazing how familiar, yet foreign it feels. Like, I remember feeling that with Logan & Jack, but it still feels alien to have someone tucking their piggies into my ribs and tickling my sides with their fingertips.
I am 25 weeks right now. That means in less than fifteen weeks, I will have three children. I will get to meet Wyatt, compare him to his brothers (more hair, darker eyes, longer legs) and see which of his two parents he most resembles (Josh's coloring, my nose?). I can't wait. I still have trouble believing that I will love him like I love Logan & Jack because my love for them is so intense, but everyone has assured me that the heart knows no bounds and as soon as I lay eyes on him, I will love him just as fervently as I do the twins.
Until then, I am just enjoying getting to know him.
And praying I will be the best mom to both he & his brothers.
