25 weeks

Dear Baby boy, 

You've got so much more active this week.

I actually have bruises on my belly from where you've kicked me extra hard.

I know that totally sounds like an old wives tale, but I have pictures to prove it.

They don't hurt so bad, but even if they did I would still love you more then my heart can say,

bruises and all. 

We went to the doctors this week and he said you're growing perfectly beautiful.

You're two pounds now, and stronger then ever. 

It must be all the frosted mini wheats and leftover Christmas cookies I keep eating, making you all healthy and strong. 

Finley has started singing Twinkle Twinkle to you at night and you kick and squirm like you recognize his voice. Which, I'm pretty sure you do. 

He's so excited to meet you.

Friday we drive to Mimi and Jaja's for two days and then Poppop and Nana Grandma's for Christmas.

Which means by Sunday the whole family will know about you.

I can't wait the secret is out and the whole world knows about little you. 

It's been fun keeping you a surprise, but I can't hardly stand it anymore.

I love you to the moon and back little man.

Hugs and kisses and belly pats.

Mama

You have a spot

Dear Baby,

You have a little spot all your own now. It's a small little spot, but your crib is there, and a few little stuffed animals and a blanket all your own. I can't wait until cuddly little you is here and snoozing away in your crib. Finn can't wait either and talks about you everyday.
"Baby brudder mama?"
"Baby brother, Finley."
"Mama baby in your belly?!" Halfway a question, halfway telling me as if I hadn't noticed.
"No Finley, it's a basketball." I said today patting my stomach.
"No mama," he said laughing  "it's my baby brudder."
Then he comes running over and kisses my belly, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Hello baby, I love you." He says.

Over halfway there. 15 weeks, give or take.
Less then four months. Oh. My. Goodness.
I can't wait to kiss your little cheeks.
I love you to the moon and back little man.

xo

Mama

21 weeks

21 weeks. 

You're as big as a spaghetti squash in length and you weigh about 1 pound. 

Uncle Tyler, Aunt Sarah, Cousin Charlee and Uncle Josh all came in for Thanksgiving this week and learned about you. 

None of them believed me. 

Like, at all. 

Unless I poke out my belly it still kinda looks like I'm just carrying around a bit of extra weight.

I've started getting sick again at night which is no fun for either of us. 

You're moving and kicking and punching on a regular basis

and you like to ride really low. 

All I want to drink is ice cold water and all I eat is grapefruit 

...and donuts. 

I never liked donuts before, but oh man are they good now. 

Especially vegan ones.

We're still working on a name for you. 

I have a list on the fridge with ideas that I change out every few days.

Me and Daddy can't even agree on one.

 Although truth be told, even if we do agree on one, if it doesn't fit you when we see your sweet face, we'll be having to think of something else anyhow. 

I could never name a Charlie William.

It just wouldn't do. 

All that to say,  I love you sweet boy. 

Hugs and kisses. 

Mama

You're a.....

Dear Baby,

On November 15th Daddy, Finley and I got up super early in the morning while the world was still covered in fog and cool and headed to Walnut Creek for the 20 week ultra sound. That's the one where they check how you're growing and moving and make sure everything looks good. I was so nervous the whole ride over. I just wanted to be told you were healthy. Nothing else mattered. 

It was so early that we didn't even get Finn dressed, we just left him in his alligator slippers and PJs. "Brother or sister?" We asked him on the drive to Matt and Stephanie's, and each time he would pull his finger out of his mouth, and say "a brother and a sister." with a little giggle. 

Me and your daddy both were pretty certain you were a girl, but we didn't care either way. In fact I had told daddy if they told me you were a boy I would probably tell them to check again because I was so certain you weren't... 

And then we were back in the room, and staring at 45 minutes of you moving and bouncing and punching on the screen. You suck your finger like your big brother  and you use my bladder as a pillow the tech said. I already knew that, but it was nice to know I wasn't imagining that you were bouncing up and down on it.  We had the hardest of times getting you to move your head enough for them to get a shot of your brain...

...but, in the end, you are healthy. All 12 ounces, and 100% boy of you. 

And that my sweet wee one is all that matters. Finley is so exited to be having a baby brother, and I must admit, afterwards I was so happy to know I could still say "my boys." There's just something about saying that that makes me ever so extremely happy. 

 I love you to the moon and back my wee little man. 

 Mama

Week 17

Dear little baby, 

It's crazy how fast you are growing. 

You're the size of a turnip and 5 ounces in weight. 

I'm pretty positive I felt you moving around a few times this week. 

It seems you like hot showers 

and mama eating sour candies because 

you jump all about any time I do either. 

So I promise to give neither up anytime soon. ;) 

I love you bunches sweet little. 

Mama

Week 16

I love you my little avacado. 

xo

Week 15

You're 4.5 inches and you can suck your thumb now. 

I know it's a terrible habit, but mama rather hopes you do. 

I love squishy little babies sucking on their little fingers. 

Plus, fingers are always attached and don't get lost like binkies. 

This week I had terrible headaches most of the time, 

and was oh so tired. 

The bright side is food is finally sounding good again, 

 so I think I can live with the headaches. 

Maybe. 

The other night I made everything that sounded good for dinner. 

We had zucchini bread, a potato hash, sautéed squash, apple sauce and quinoa salad.

 It was the randomest of dinners but for the first times in weeks I ate until I was full. 

I'm not sure I'll ever eat potato hash again, but that night it was lovely. 

Daddy and Finn were just happy not to have to eat mac and cheese again.

We love you little baby. 

26 weeks until we get to meet you and kiss your little nose. 

Hugs and Kisses. 

Mama 

Week 14

                                                     Almost on my second trimester.

I swear I felt you move a few times this week. 

I'm starting to look a bit more pregnant, and

I'm hungry all the time. 

Finn talks about you constantly, 

but somehow manages to never bring you up

when other people are around. 

We told him you're our family secret and it seems he understands. 

Toast has never been more delicious.

...and if you are what you eat {or drink}, 

I just might have to name you raspberry lemonade.

It has a ring to it. 

If only I could convince your daddy. 

Hugs and kisses sweet one. 

Your first photo

Dear baby,

I knew it before, but now it's been proven. 

You're perfect in ever way imaginable 

and I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be your mama. 

My heart can hardly take it. 

Can hardly wait to kiss those sweet cheeks of yours

and breath in your baby smell. 

I love you to the moon and back. 

Hugs and Kisses. 

Mama

My peach

Dear baby,
I'm not going to lie, when Daddy and I first found out about you we were in a bit of a shock.
Truth be told, it wasn't anything we'd planned and we'd already started the adoption process to bring your brother Finn home a new sibling. Imagine our surprise when we realized he already had a sibling growing inside me! Check for four please.

It's been over two months since we found out about you and slowly it's starting to sink in. You're as big as a peach this week baby, and in case you hadn't heard, your birthday is supposed to be March 31. I'm all for waiting until the timing is right for you to appear, but let's not go the whole cool-kids-show-up-to-the-party weeks later route like your daddy did either, kay? We can save that for high school.

Yesterday we went to our first doctors appointment and got to see you.
Squishy, big cheeks, little you.
For the rest of the day Finn talked about seeing the baby on the TV and he points to your sonogram photo on the fridge. "Baby in the belly" he says and lifts up his shirt.
"No." we say "in mamas belly."
Sometimes I think he understands and sometimes I think he's utterly confused.
Either way he's adorable trying to understand you. 
Last night he ran up to me and held my barely there belly in between his hands and kissed you in a round about way. It was so tender and sweet.
"Kisses for the bebe" He said.

I so can't wait for you two to meet, little peach. He is going to adore you and you're going to love that big brother of your like no one else in the world.

Hugs and kisses sweets.

I love you to the moon and back.

Mama