BOS

Oh little BOS, I apologize right now for the fact that I don't write about you quite as much as I wrote about your older brother when he was your age. You see, the fact that your older brother is 12 months old and into everything, rarely gives me time to jot down notes about your developing lungs, brain and heart. I promise you though, your Daddy and I talk about you everyday, and we pray for you every night. It is so amazing to think that you will be here in about six and a half months! We are dying to meet you. Right now I have no idea what to call you. I started with BOS (brother or sister), and we are careful not to reverse those letters. Sometimes I think of you as Baby Version 2.0, BV2 for short. Not finding out if you are a boy or girl makes things hard, but it also keeps things interesting.

Right now I am so tired in the evenings I can barely keep my eyes open during dinner. I am ready for you to graduate to the 2nd trimester stage, both so I can quit sucking my stomach in like mad to hide your little bitty existence and so I can have a little more energy. Well, I am not so sure the energy part will actually happen, because there is the big brother factor, and he likes to run me ragged during the day, but at least I can pretend.