I'm not very good at this blogging thing. Though I like to think of myself as a writer, my attention span and follow through are spotty, photography skills non-existent and, until recently, both of the laptops I had at my disposal were on their last legs.
Excuses, excuses...
But last night, in a fit of pregnancy-induced insomnia, I had an epiphany; There are less than 3 months of The Boy being an only child.
As I tossed and turned I was wracked with guilt about taking these last few precious months for granted. Not only have I failed to properly document this time via my own little place on the internet, but I feel like I haven't even really acknowledged the change that's coming in our day-to-day life. Yeah, we discuss it all the time, bring The Boy to all my appointments and talk to him about the importance of being a good big brother, but everything is about what we'll be gaining as opposed to what we'll be giving up - that being The Boy being a worshipped and adored only child to a worshipped and adored one of two children.
It's a big change, and one that I hadn't fully taken in until I last night as I was grumbling about my aching hips and heartburn.
Anyway, with all that inexpertly said, I am really determined to be better about capturing these last few months of my oldest boy being the only apple of my eye - both here on my little blog and in our everyday life.
