29 weeks

Dear baby boy,
You're the size of a cabbage and almost 3 lbs.
We can see you physically moving and kicking and hiccuping.
11 at night is your most favorite time to show off your new tricks.
Finn is enamored with you as always,
and we talk about your arrival daily.
Daddy and I have three names we're choosing between but we're almost sure we know what you will be called.
I love you always.

Mama

7 months

and oh do I feel it. 

You're getting so big and strong, 

and oh how you like to kick me. 

Sleeping at night it starting to be a fight between us, 

whether or not I can be fully asleep before you begin your fully awake time. 

2-4 in the morning seems to be when you think daylight is. 

I have a feeling I need to save up as much sleep as I can now before you make your appearance.

We have about 12 weeks left like this you and me. 

12 weeks. 

Makes me so scared and excited all in one. 

I can't wait to see your little nose in person.

I can't wait to introduce you to your amazing big brother Finley.  

I can't wait for your daddy to hold you,

and truth be told, I can't wait to be able to bend over again. 

But I can wait, and we will. 

Mama's doing everything in her power to listen to her body

and make sure you stay in here until your full term. 

I love you so much little man and we're so excited to meet you. 

Hugs and love. 

Mama

26 weeks

Dear baby boy, 

I made your daddy stop on our trip to Christmas so I could take belly pictures here. 

Isn't it lovely? 

I tried to include your big brother, but he was so excited to be out of the car 

that all he did was run. 

Everyone was so excited to find out about you, 

and you performed brilliantly, kicking and flipping for anyone 

who wanted to feel you move. 

I have a feeling you're a bit of a show off.  

You're as big as a cucumber now and over 2 lbs.  

 I read on my pregnancy app that if your daddy was to listen closely he could

hear your heartbeat through my tummy, so obviously,we tried it this week. 

So far your Dad hasn't been able to, but 

Aunt April, Aunt Lyndsie, Aunt Anna and Aunt Emma all swear they 

can. 

My night sickness is back and we're living off cereal again, you and me. 

But it's okay. 

I've recently discovered brown sugar mini wheats and it's like a whole new world. 

14 weeks little man. 

 I love you to the moon and back. 

Mama

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