4!

Hi 4,

4.  That is what we call you, at least while you are in utero.  Only, I like it and wonder if it could stick when you enter this world.

Time is passing quickly, as it always does, and it won't be long before I meet you.   I grow more and more excited as each day passes, as my belly grows larger and larger.  Sure, there is still so much to figure out, so much to do, but, still, I can't wait to hold you for the very first time.

I am getting to know you as you live inside of me.  My pregnancy is smooth sailing thus far. I feel fantastic, like I am high all of the time.  I can only assume that is you, your pleasant manner and happy spirit, affecting me in the very best way.

You're an active little guy, I often feel your movements.  I love it, each kick, each tumble. It's those special moments that remain sacred between you and I and I am so very grateful to have them tattooed on my memory.

At first, in the beginning of this pregnancy, all I wanted to do was watch football.  And, I felt the need to belch occasionally. Or, more often.  This was how I knew you were a boy.  Then, I thought, this guy is another little athlete like his brother Chase.

But, half-way through my second trimester, I think you will be an artist.  Or, an artist also.  My creative juices are overflowing and I feel extremely ambitious in a number of DIY and craft projects.  Although I love the idea of that stuff normally, I wouldn't say I do any of it.  Yet, right now, it's all I want to do.


I just crafted two home-made halloween costumes, for the first time ever.  I desire to paint your bedroom and Chase and Ryder's myself, and I look forward to making wimpels for each and every one of my sons.  I want to cook.  I want to organize. I want to do art.

I don't know who you will be, nor do I know what will take place past March, when you are here instead of just in my uterus.  All I know is, as much as I can't wait to find out, I am going to enjoy these days to the fullest.