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30 Weeks


Dear Wyatt~

I cannot believe that I am 30 weeks pregnant. I sure hope your life does not go by as quickly as this pregnancy has! I have so enjoyed having you in my belly. I feel you moving all the time and cherish every moment for I know you are my last little bean I get to carry and protect. I always get sentimental toward the end of my pregnancies. I love having you all to myself. Once you enter this world, I have to share you. Thank you for our sweet moments together when I finally lay down and you give me a little kick to remind me you're there.

Jackson had his feet on my belly last night. He loved feeling you move and kick. He giggled every time he felt a little bump. He did tell you often to stop kicking mommy. He asked me why you moved so much. It was almost bedtime so I told him you were trying to get cozy. He asked me, "Mommy, what is Wyatt's bed like in there?" I told him it was "gooey" and he responded with an "ECK!" Jack's giving you his room to have. He is moving to his big boy room and really excited to share his old room with his brother.

Grady isn't too sure about sharing mommy yet. He does lay on my belly and give you loves; or so I like to think. I know you two are going to be very close while still irritating one another to no end.

As I sit here writing this letter to you dreaming about what life will be like upon your arrival I wonder how I got so blessed. God must love me more than words to bless me beyond belief with three wonderfully amazing boys! I absolutely love that I am a "boy mom!" Thank you, Wyatt, for giving us the surprise of our lives! You are forever cherished and loved!

See you soon!
Mommy
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The Manzo's said…
I just cried!!! Dang you Megan!!! I love you so much friend and I can't wait to meet Wyatt (and Grady for that matter) Love you friend.
March 11, 2010 at 10:40 AM
Donelle Anderson said…
So cute...and I so know whatcha' mean about this time of being pregnant and getting to have the baby all to ourselves. :)
March 11, 2010 at 8:31 PM
Michelle said…
You look wonderful! I am so happy for you and can wait to meet this new little man. XO
March 12, 2010 at 9:50 PM
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