The count down is real now. Literally just a couple of more days honey Chile. (Whoop whoop!) I have so many emotions wrapped into one. I feel all kinds of ways, I ain’t even lying. My cup runneth over and my heart is so full.
Ya know, when I found out I was pregnant with Naomi, my first born. Everyone was soooo excited. It was crazy. Being pregnant for the first time. My first time becoming a mom. I got pregnant sooo fast! I moved to Cleveland, Ohio December 12th. (My husband had orders there for recruiting duty.) By January 5th I found out I was pregnant. I reckon all that snow and our fire place set the scene. If ya know what I mean. We we’re so shocked. It was all joy.
So, being pregnant the second time I was like, mmm, how is this going to be exactly. OH MY GOSH! I love it!! Not saying that this pregnancy means more than my first, NO not at all. But the bond that Naomi and me share is so tight. We thick as thieves Chile. And to see how she is so concerned about me and ‘the baby’ just really makes my heart smile. She really contributes big time in helping me. She is so concerned about her sister and me. It’s the cutest thang eva. It’s like she’s the momma sometimes. I think she thinks she is my momma sometimes. She constantly checking on me and telling me to sit down! I absolutely adore her.
She tells her Dada when he calls to check on us from work, “Dada it’s okay. I’m taking care of momma and the baby.”
Now, if you know me personally, you know I love making memories if the fashion of scrapbooks, journals, calendars, and a immense amount of photos. I’ve been slacking on the scrapbook thang. But I will be sure to get back to that when I’m cooped up in the house with a newborn for awhile.
I started Naomi’s scrapbook a few months before she turned 1 years old. I shared it with everyone at her 1st birthday party. I got her scrapbook from Home Goods (One of my FAVORITE stores.) I got crafty at Michaels and some at Wal-Mart. I got my pictures developed at Wal-Mart as well. I got 100 prints for a whopping $19.99. Not to shabby huh?
So, I will continue with Naomi’s scrapbook and will start on this little ones as well. (We haven’t shared the little ones name yet. We just wanted to keep something for us ya know.) And no, Naomi does not know her name eitha. If she did everyone else would too. Haha. Naomi referees to her as, ‘the baby’ or ‘my sister.’ My mom calls her ‘Little Kicker” which fits the bill. The child is busy! You hear me? When I was pregnant with Naomi I used to call the doctor worried because Naomi would rarely move. The nurse would tell me to drink some orange juice and she would call me back in 30 mins. Yes, the orange juice actually worked. Naomi was a lazy baby in the wound. Her sister, not so much.
So, my daughters journals I write in them pretty often. A few times a month or so. I started writing in Naomi’s journal when I was about 7 months pregnant with her. I write about her birthdays, her first day of open house at school, when she went to the movies for the first time to see, ‘Secret Life’s of Pets’, hospital visits, mini vacations we take, and when she shoved crayons down one of her sinks in her bathroom. Thangs like that. And then sometimes I just write down what she means to me. I pray for our relationship, our bond as we both grow older together. Her journal is very special and near and dear to my heart. One day, the day I give her journals to her I pray they mean just as much to her.
I started writing in ‘Little Kickers’ book when I was about 7 months pregnant with her too. Her first journal entry was me sharing with her how thankful and happy I am to be carrying her in my wound. I shared with her how much of a blessing she is already after many months of being broken from negative pregnancy test. I‘ve also written about her Baby Sprinkle and her doctors appointments so far.
I will be taking both Naomi and her journals to the hospital to share that time with them, amongst all the pictures that will be taken.
Plus my husband records everything.
I’m anxious. I’m overwhelmed. I’m excited. I’m nervous. I’m all that. But mostly, I’m BLESSED.
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