So, it's February 10th. Boaz is due March 7th, and since I'm the kind of person that will most likely not tolerate keeping him womb-bound for more than a couple days past my due date, I'm thinking this is Boaz's last month in me. I'm actually really hoping for about two more (or less even) weeks, but I know that the first lesson children teach is "what you want doesn't mean crap." Touche Boaz.
Jordan is also getting quite ansty in his pantsy for this child to come out. I forget how spoiled I am that I get to feel every movement, hickup, head-swivel that this boy makes whereas Jordan just watches me get more awkward/uncomfortable looking while occasionally feeling kicks/movements from the outside when Boaz feels like performing on cue. Soon enough though, Jordan will be holding him constantly.
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