Things have been so wild and crazy over the past few months! David and I took Mollie to Memphis with us while we took our Orff Master Class, and prior to that, we found out that we are going to have our second baby in March. The due date is March 8th, but due to my last c-section, we will have another one on March 2nd.
Today, we went in for my check-up at 13 weeks, 6 days, and we got so lucky! My midwife was detained, so the ultrasound tech came in and said, "I'll get the baby's heart rate in my room." Surprise ultrasound! I begged her to see if she could find out the gender. She had just gotten a brand new awesome machine, and well, there it was! BOY!!!
She said, "I can't give you my guarantee, but I'm 92% sure it's a boy." I mean really. What else could THAT be???
All this time, I've felt like it is a boy. We're so excited. We won't be 100% sure until my 18 week check-up on October 6. Here are two more images of our SON...
I don't know when the last time was that I wrote a blog post. Does that matter? I have wanted to. I write in my mind- it just doesn't get put on paper or html. So much goes on here. So much is going on here!
Tomorrow is Mother's Day. What a day! So many emotions come up with it. I think back to three years ago. It was painful. I didn't think I would ever have a child of my own. I wanted to celebrate for everyone else, but it was bittersweet. A little smiled curled on my lips. That was it. That was all I could do. I celebrated my mother.
Two years ago, I was pregnant. Who knew it would happen? I savored everyday of that pregnancy. I felt like it too so long to become pregnant that I needed to enjoy every moment- good or bad. I felt warm inside when I opened a mother's day card that was addressed to me from a friend. It was incredible.
Last year, I celebrated Mother's Day for the first time. I had a 9 month-old of my own on Mother's Day! I felt happy. I felt OLD. I was a mama. That was just one day though. What is it to be a mom?
Tonight, I listened to my almost 21 month-old daughter giggle banter about the different things that she could lick, and found myself totally engrossed and happy to be that way. I didn't care to do anything else in the world. I gave her a bath, got her ready for bed, and I snuggled up next to her reading "The Pokey Puppy."
The book creaked as I opened its pages. It was brand new- had never been read before. I felt so peaceful there remembering reading a 29 year-old edition of that book as a child. Who had I read it with? My mom? My dad? A brother or sister? I remember its old, musty pages. I remember the illustrations. Listening to my daughter giggle at the puppy and yell "strawberry" at the berry the puppy sniffed in the book melted my heart. At any given moment, she could have lifted her water cup and cracked me in the head with it, as she did on so many occasions. I didn't care.
All I know is that I love all of these tiny little moments, recollections, and connections that appear out-of-the-blue every day of my daughter's existence. They are perfect little treats in our busy day-to-day lives. I love them, I love her, and I look forward to more tomorrow.
To my mother, I love you! You are with me in everything I do with her, my own daughter. Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
I am a mother of a beautiful little girl, Mollie Rose. My husband David and I both teach elementary school music. We met while attending the UGA School of Music and got married in 2004. I love music, but my passion is for photography. Please visit www.rachelosbornephotography.com and become a fan on facebook.