If I’m being honest, in my head I’ve always pictured having two little girls. I’m not entirely sure why. But with news of this pregnancy, came visions of a little boy. Of Kylie and a little brother. Jason wanted a son so fiercely. And I began to wonder what it would be like to have one of each. Friends asked which I wanted, to which I honestly replied, “either.”
When our ultrasound technician said “girl” my heart swelled. Jason had tears in his eyes, not of disappointment but of joy at the thought of another daughter. We saw her brain and heart and kidneys and hands. She’s real. And she’s ours.
I’m still digesting the fact that the visions of two little girls in my head will actually be a reality. I feel like my heart isn’t dividing, but growing.
Now that the heat has claimed everything in my garden except some peppers, parsley, mint, and basil, it has been raining nearly every day for the last two weeks. Ugh. If we hadn’t gone basically two months without it, my garden might not have fried. Sad.
At least there’s fall planting season here. I guess it’s about time to start planning. Soil needs to be prepared. Seeds need to be sown pretty soon.