25 weeks! August is the size of an eggplant.
I dreamt of you. You had curls, chubby baby calves, and some pretty sweet dance moves. I didn’t know who you were right away, but I did know that I loved you a whole lot and wanted to hold you more than anything. But I shyly just watched you dance and laugh and be the cutest cute anyone has ever been. During which, my heart did silly things inside my chest.
Then you made eye contact with Jared & ran to him, happy as ever, with arms stretched out, he scooped you up and carried you to me and plopped you, all giggly and squirmy, into my lap. Before my confusion set in, he smiled at us sweetly, kissed us both on the head, and I was reminded that we were yours and you were ours. forever and ever
And this is the part of the dream that I decided I never wanted to wake up.
And, dear dream baby, I’m so glad I don’t have to.