Waiting on #20

I am nearly two months to the day since I wrote last time. Today I am 18 weeks and 1 day (yes! every day counts!). We found out on May 31st that our little peanut, who is not so peanut like now, is a boy! A boy....it took about a day for this to really register with me. I will have a beautiful, sweet little boy in about 22 weeks. When I think back on it, I realize that I wanted to have a boy all along. I dreamed of catching frogs, playing tee ball and stepping on Matchbox cars in the middle of the night as I check in on my little man. Maybe I feel this way because all of the men in my life have always been amazing and have always been protective over me. They have all showed me how a woman should be treated. I have certainly always been a Daddy's girl. :) I consider this my turn to give back to the wonderful men in my life by raising my own little boy.
When I saw him on the screen during the ultrasound my heart melted. This little being is mine...my wonderful gift that I still haven't figured out how I got lucky enough to deserve. All I think of and pray for now is a healthy pregnancy. While I've been impatient, I am trying to teach myself to enjoy the mundane days of waiting for "action" that I am currently experiencing. I'm holding on to every precious memory I make because I want to remember this feeling forever.
 Here's to a handsome little boy who Mommy already loves so very much.