A Boy! Oh Boy!

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So I have been meaning to share my feelings about having another boy. It’s difficult to put it into words…so let’s just say I feel like this:

Now the metaphorical jumping me probably wouldn’t be any higher or lower off the ground if I was having another girl, but the reasons for the bounce in my step would be very different.

Of course the highs and lows of the pregnancy rollercoaster have only increased since discovering the baby’s gender. To be blessed with another son after the death of our first…what elation!!! But the chance that this son might also be sick…it’s an anxiety that I can’t even begin to describe.

Yesterday I sorted through all the baby boy things I have. I laughed and cried my way through the boxes: so sad that Jack never got to use any of the things that were prepared with him and mind, but so so so happy that soon those items will be lovingly passed on to his baby brother.

I am so patiently enjoying each day of this pregnancy, but at the same time, I am so very anxious to hold my little boy. Some days I don’t know how I can stand the wait!! Other days time just flies past me and I worry that the pregnancy will be long gone before I know it.

Last night Adam got to feel the baby move for the first time. Although I have been feeling him for a while, I think my own excitement at that moment rivaled Adam’s pretty fiercely. We just love this new little guy so much!!!

What a blessing he is to our family!

2 responses »

  1. I will pay some good hard cash to see you flying through the air just like that… I can’t tell you how excited I am for you – I am thinking of you constantly. I haven’t been on your roller coaster, but I’m aware your riding it and we pray for you always.

  2. Hi Elizabeth, I don’t know if you check all the new posts, but here goes…
    I saw the video on yahoo.com of the 3 yr old reciting a poem from memory (turns out it’s The Litany by Billy Collins). In the process of looking things up by him, I came across the work of another poet that made me so think of you & Adam. I hope you like it:

    The Alien

    by Greg Delanty

    I’m back again scrutinizing the Milky Way
    of your ultrasound, scanning the dark
    matter, the nothingness, that now the heads say
    is chockablock with quarks & squarks,
    gravitons & gravitini, photons & photinos. Our sprout,

    who art there inside the spacecraft
    of your ma, the time capsule of this printout,
    hurling & whirling towards us, it’s all daft
    on this earth. Our alien who art in the heavens,
    our Martian, our little green man, we’re anxious

    to make contact, to ask questions
    about the heavendom you hail from, to discuss
    the whole shebang of the beginning & end,
    the pre–big bang untime before you forget the why
    and lie of thy first place. And, our friend,

    to say Welcome, that we mean no harm, we’d die
    for you even, that we pray you’re not here
    to subdue us, that we’d put away
    our ray guns, missiles, attitude and share
    our world with you, little big head, if only you stay.

    “The Alien” by Greg Delanty, from The Ship of Birth. © Louisiana State University Press, 2007.

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