Second.

I was the only child for 8 years in my family. Then - THEY CAME ALONG. One right after the other, 18 months apart.

I love them. They are my siblings, my brothers, my friends. What will it be like for her when he gets here? We joke about how she'll drag him around by the hair, boss him into playing with her babies, blocks, books...eat his food, take his drink, steal his trucks. We laugh at her innocent manipulation, knowing all too well that even at a year and half old there is full intention behind her actions.

I'm 25 weeks this Saturday. I simply cannot believe that. Life is going by so fast right now it's everything I have to hang on to the days and cherish the moments. I haven't stopped to read anyones blog this week, work has just been way TOO busy. I hope to get caught up eventually as I turn to blogs like I do a good book or bad reality TV show - a place to escape for a few minutes.

I am making a mental effort as I approach my third trimester to soak this pregnancy up, to truly embrace it like my mother constantly reminds me to do. He deserves that from me, undivided focus on the one thing only he and I can share before he meets this big, bright new world, his da-da, and his big sister.

He's my second, my son, and I can't wait to meet him.

15 more weeks little man.