Thursday, December 21, 2017

Hey 3rd Baby

Hey 3rd baby, we are days away from our third trimester.


A year of fertility drugs and treatments, a year of faith and prayers. A year of just trying to do what felt right, even when it was hard. A year of waiting for a positive test. All worth it kiddo. Your siblings are so excited to meet you. We are so excited to meet you. We've decided to be surprised so we don't know if you are a boy or a girl yet. We are kinda thinking boy but we've been wrong before!  Well we being me, dad and Jack. Cora says you are a baby guuuuurl. Either way, we are crazy grateful you are coming to our family. You are insanely active. Your brother calls you Mario and when you are bouncing around making my whole belly shake we say you have "star power". Your sister gives you kisses every night before bed. You are already so incredibly loved.  Your grandma and grandpa are coming home from their mission two days before your due date. Your aunt Sarah tells everyone it is a big race to see who will get here first- you or them. It hasn't been easy for you and me, this whole growing you thing. When it gets tough I love knowing that you are hanging in there with me. You beat the odds kiddos. You are our family's miracle.  I can't wait to get you here and watch what other crazy awesome things you do. 
love you like crazy- mama 

Right Now

Cora June:
Singing all the time. Made up songs. 
Insisting Baby Jesus be on top of the stable, get that angel out of the way.
Saying "Nuve you" and melting our hearts.
Throwing up all over our clean and folded laundry I was about to put away. 
Loving Moana and Poppy. 
But loving Daddy the very most. 
Kissing my belly and loving the baby you're positive is "a baby guuuurl" and want to name Shannon. 
Not loving when the baby kicks your hand yelling "heeeey! oww!" 
Wiping the dogs nose which I find disgusting but it's just part of you having the biggest freaking heart. 
Keeping us busy and melting our hearts. 

Jack Vincent:
Telling us you want to be a "cookie store" when you grow up.
Asking me if Jesus had a light saber. 
Loving your friends and cousins and people in general. 
Playing so hard all the time. 
Demanding to be an angel in the nativity. 
Knocking your role as Gabriel out of the park.
Saying your prayers and reminding us how to sincerely talk to God.
Remaining convinced that I am growing a baby Mario inside of me. Mustache, red hat and overalls included.
Loving every time you feel the baby kick and acting it out for us. 
Singing Rudolph. 
Asking Dad for bedtime stories and songs.