I would say, yes please….but……
Sitting in a delivery room anticipating the second life never will never be the same again, wondering, asking, waiting, waiting, waiting and then……. crying. looking. straining. holding. Without another thought in your mind. You love him, and everything else is just a bonus.
I’m not even talking about my OWN child. Made an aunt 4 times over, with the birth of my 2nd nephew yesterday….I am scared thinking that when I actually give birth to a child of my own fireworks, shooting stars and marching bands may burst out of my heart cavity.
Here’s to Tristan (and wright and steph). I love you. Thanks for making my heart so full.