Justin has an uncanny ability to make women fall in love with him wherever he goes. He is a very loveable boy, but seems to feel like he doesn't get enough love at home. Whenever we go to church, he loves to go to the older ladies, have them pick him up, and cuddle with them like they are his long-lost grandmother. I believe it all started last year. We went to Michigan to spend time at the family cottage with my husband's side of the family. Justin talked about seeing HIS grandma the entire two-day trip. When we finally got there, he bolted out of the van faster than a rocket shooting into the sky. We heard, "Grandma! Grandma!" with such excitement as he ran to meet her. He spent his days and nights in pure bliss. I remember one particular night. The adults were sitting on the screened-in porch talking and trying to stay awake. Justin was sitting between me and his grandma on the couch enjoying the light sratch of her nails on his neck. She loves her grandchildren equally, but she told me, "This is the one that reminds me the most of Andy." Since then, he has felt her absence keenly in his life and tried to find her in every woman he meets. My husband once asked me if it bothered me or made me feel jealous when he went to other women for love and cuddle time. I began thinking more about it and wondered if I was doing all I could to show him love and security. After he was done cuddling with one of his favorites at church, I grabbed him and squeezed him. I asked, "You do know that I'M your mother?" He nodded. I asked, "Do you know I love you very much?" He nodded. "Do you love me best in the whole world?" I asked. He nodded. I just had to make sure. I think we need to buy this book today and read it together. Some more bonding wouldn't hurt.
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the ...
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