Like Father, Like Son

I'm learning more and more every day that Levi is his father's son through and through...

Up until now I have managed not to gain weight. (How... that one's still a mystery!) However, now Levi must have hit a growing spirt because I am constantly hungry. They kept telling me, don't worry, you'll get bigger and gain weight. I think I've hit that stage. When Levi is hungry, he his hungry. He kicks and wiggles until I feed him. Then he'll rest for about an hour or two until he gets active again to tell me that he's ready to eat. Who does this remind me of.... his father, my wonderful, hungry husband who eats about 10 times a day.

Levi has also gotten big enough that when he moves, so does my stomach. It's pretty cool. I look down and my flesh is just rolling around matching his movements. Of course, Brian thinks it's cool and wants to watch as well. So once Levi has moved several times in a row I'll mention it to Brian so he can watch. Well, won't ya know that at that very moment he stops moving. I'll poke him and say "move for daddy." Sometimes he'll put on a show and but most of the time he'll just ignore you. I laughed and told Brian the other night that that reminds me of him. He asked how so. I said I can see the smirk on your face right now as a little kid who stopped when everyone turned to watch you do something neat. His response... "yeah, that was me." Like father, like son.

Being father like son may not be such a bad thing. I pray daily that Levi will be a man that images our heavenly Father. That his earthly father will be a true reflection of Christ, so much that Levi runs to the truth. I am blessed to say that I could not have married a better man to paint such a clear and vivid picture of a man who loves the gospel. My heart longs for my son to love the Lord.

So... what about me!?! Well, I've actually been feeling better lately. Feeling blessed at my job with a wonderful class and a supportive staff. I'm getting bigger and Levi is obviously getting stronger. Breathing is becoming a little more difficult and "the waddle" comes out from time to time. I have a little under 10 weeks and am so excited at the thought of holding my precious son. I dream about it almost every night. I picture when they put him on my chest for the very first time and just the extreme joy of knowing that God has blessed me that much. Next week I have a big appointment where I will be poked more times than anyone would like, but knowing that it's for the health of my son, I think I can tough it out. Then I will get to see a 3D/4D picture of him. So excited that I can hardly contain myself. I am ready to see his face! Looking forward to next week.

So... what have I learned about pregnancy? That even in the womb, my child's personality is already shining through and that I have an even bigger job when he comes to help mold his life to reflect Christ.