• Baby Brother

    James wants a “baby brah-dah mama” my husband playfully mocks me as I wait for the results of my pregnancy test to appear. Ahhh!! I let my guard down!! I didn’t realize James and his tiny poker finger had gained so much ground on my face with the help of his father. The entire length of my baby’s finger has made it inside of my left nostril. We all break out in laughter. Great, another “bad” habit we’re enforcing with our odd sense of humor. Two minutes to go. Ugh, the wait. It. Kills. Me. Every. Single. Time. What is this I’m feeling? Anticipation of some sort. A longing? The…