My baby boy is nine years old today. NINE! Next year, double digits. Whoa.
I still can’t believe it. How time flies when you’re having fun and we sure have had some fun. Jeff and I are so lucky. Don’t think I don’t know it. I do. We tried for such a looong time to have a baby. A. very. long. time. I never thought I would get pregnant. Never. Ever. Can you imagine how thrilled I was to finally see those ever elusive double pink lines? I remember shaking so hard my knees were knocking loud enough I could hear them.
I knew immediately and without a doubt that we were having a baby boy and that his name would be Jackson. “We’re having a baby boy,” I told Jeff every second of every day. “Do you think so?” he’d ask.
“Are you sure you don’t want to change your guess? It might be a baby girl, you know.” The doctor asked me during our ultra sound. Maybe she was trying to prepare me for the possibility of a girl. I would have been happy either way.
I already know, I thought to myself. “I’m pretty sure it’s a boy.” I said.
“It’s a booooyyyy!” the doctor sang. She sounded so surprised. I just smiled.
The last nine years have been an absolute whirlwind. It seems like only yesterday I was rocking my brand new baby boy. And now he’s nine? NINE! I’m sad, (the time has gone by way too fast) but so very happy (I’ve loved every single minute of it) at the same time. So happy I could burst. I’m proud of this child of mine and who he is becoming.
I love my baby boy.