As much as I wish this post was about me, it's not. It's actually about my amazing husband.
This morning when we woke up my husband informed me that he had a dream about our son. Instantly I was jealous because I cannot seem to have a dream where I am not pregnant! I would give anything to see him and hold my little boy.
In Michael's dream he kept stealing the baby from me so he could go off and spend time with him. The baby was just barely able to hold his head so I'm thinking about 4 months. Before I go any further I must inform you that this was super exciting because my husband is convinced that babies are insanely borning and doesn't have a whole lot of interest until they're about 2. Anyways. He said when he'd go off with him he'd just sit there holding him and watching him smile and wiggle around. As he held him he invisioned his future and all the wonderful things he was going to be able to teach him, all the adventures they'd share together, and how exciting it would be to watch his son grow and be successful in life.
This is what his facebook status read this morning:
"I'm excited for the birth of my son. I hope I can be a good supportive father that "raises a child in the way he should go. And when he is old he will not depart from it." it's a big responsibility but I have a wonderful wife and I was raised by wonderful parents so I am confident I can be the dad my son needs, so he can be successful! I'm SOO eager to meet him! Is it March 13th yet?!?"
Needless to say I have fallen in love all over again with the idea of my husband fathering our children.
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