I'm now 20.3 weeks along in pregnancy. The half-way mark. This is the part I almost find myself enjoying. The sickness gone, the discomfort still in the distance, (if even near-distance.) No heart burn or waddling, but lots of movement underway.
I love the movement. Definitely my favorite part of pregnancy. That's when you start to feel maternal with that first one, I think; when you feel life stirring inside.
Evan continually asks me questions about his little brother: Will he cry when he comes out? Why will he cry? Does he cry in your tummy? When the baby gets here we will go to the new house and I will be so excited! (He's a little confused on that one. I keep trying to tell him we don't yet HAVE a house to go to.) I think he's going to expect us to drop by and pick him up after the baby gets here and head to the "new house." And if we get to the house before the baby he's going to ask Okay, where's the kid you keep promising?
When we were in the store the other day he saw a small baby in an infant seat and asked me, Is that what our baby will be like? And it's amazing to find that he really does "get" it. He tells us where it is, that it has to get bigger first, what its gender is, what his name is...it will be so fun to watch it all unfold in front of his eyes, and with his memory, there'll be no forgetting any of it either...no matter how many years from now.
How badly I want them to all be the best of friends! Lord, let it be so!
