Wyatt my son,
I would say our son, but your mother is writing this blog. Wyatt my boy...you are moving much more these days...giving me kicks that tickle. I know there will come a day when your kicks will hurt, but you are worth it. The excitement of your birth is building even though the due date is still 4 months away! It seems to me that pregnancy takes its sweet time. It is not something to be rushed, it is not something to take for granted. Each day you and I grow together is a blessing.
I bought you your first story books at a book fair at work, at the Boeing Company. Your dad was the first to read them to you. I wanted him to read to you so you could hear his voice. I think he liked it and the fact that the words were easy and books were only 4 pages long...how could he resist.
Sometimes it feels like your little fingers are poking me, just a touch. You must be feeling up everything now that you have a sense of touch. I love you and can't wait to meet you. Today, I spoke with a friend about how the world is becoming a scary place. I have felt nervous for my future children growing up in a country that is changing so dramatically so fast, and it is not for the better. It gave me comfort talking about how your father and I plan to raise you up to be a survivor. We will teach you to work hard for what you want, to not be a quitter, to live off the land, to have manners and respect for other people, and to know how to protect you and your family. Knowing this in my heart makes me feel unafraid for you. Plus...there is a greater power working in your life and just by you having knowledge of that will make you wise.
Can't wait until our next ultrasound, but I do not know when that will be. Baby classes start soon for your dad and I. First we are taking a hospital tour, just so we know exactly what we are getting ourselves into when we decide where to deliver you. Next, is Infant CPR class...thankful we are getting this class. We have more classes to come, but they are not for a while.
