We still don't have a little boy in our arms, and let me tell you it is so hard when from early on you were told you were going to have him early, that you measure 2-3 weeks ahead, that since you had your first early; he would come early. Apparently my child wants to tell everyone no. Every day that passes is so hard. I think to myself today. Today we will hold sweet little man in our arms. Then it turns to night and another sunrise starts. I don't want to rush him. I want him to come when he is ready. It is so hard to carry him in my belly though. I have this massive pressure and weight that I am carrying and some days I don't feel like moving. The one thing keeping me going, in all honesty, is the simple fact Eddison got sick, I am sorta sick (sore throat) and had he come 2 weeks ago we would be dealing with the possibility of him being sick as well.
The thing that stresses me out and causes me to cry is the fact Tim is to leave on April 12-14th and if he doesn't come in 3 days we may not even have ten days with Daddy. It makes me cry typing that. How is it fair to Tim, to baby boy, to Eddison, to me? Why can't we have him home with us to enough the family of four. Everyone says enjoy the last moments of a family of three. I want to, but I want Tim to enjoy the family of four before he leaves for a month. The days are getting closer and closer to the dreaded day and I panic. I simply can't express the emotion that I feel when I think about it.
I know many women have had babies without their husbands - kudos to you. I honestly feel you are one of the bravest women in the world, I know women whose husbands leave the day after... I feel for you. I know the emotion. The heartache, the fear, the pure ugh you feel knowing you are to do it alone for a while. I know I am a strong woman, but Lord I am not this strong. I don't have the strength to be a momma of two without him. He is my rock and my safe place and keeps me grounded. I need him. When he leaves the house and Eddison can't find him her face is my emotion and I want to cry with her, but I have to be strong and just say he will be home soon. I am not sure I will be so strong with two little sets of eyes looking at me asking where is Daddy.Lately I have been so mean and it's my way of preparing myself for him leaving, when in reality I want so badly to hold him close, to never let go, and to simply be with him. Yet, when I do that the moment he walks out the door with that bag I lose it. I simply lose everything in me and fall to the floor in tears. I truly pray he knows what he means to me, to Eddison, and to this sweet baby growing inside me. I pray he knows he is our rock. God gave me a good one and I am truly blessed to have him as my husband, the father to our children, and as my best friend.
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