What’s cooking over at c2s…

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Sooooo there’s no keeping this a secret any longer because I’m literally busting out of my pants (baby #3 is no joke in the belly department), have been having to quickly excuse myself to take deep breaths before I throw up, gag at the smell of well…any smell, doze off mid-conversation because I either actually fell asleep or my mom brain is in full force and I have no idea what I was talking about come mid-sentence.

From two to three to four…we’ll soon be a party of FIVE…Baby Molitor number three is on its way! 

 

Besides feeling nauseous, extremely tired, and bloated every single day, I can’t even find the words to describe how excited I am!  

Almost a year ago now, we decided that we’d go for baby number three. Jamie was content with two because let’s be honest, raising two toddlers isn’t easy.

Party of five means new cars, restaurant wait lines, and more expenses in general. It also means someone will always be left out, new floor plans, room rearrangements, going back to sleepless nights, more fights, more chaos, and craziness…we’ve heard it all. 

And bring it all on! 

Even with all the warnings, I knew in my momma heart that we weren’t done. The way I look at it is, we won’t sleep ever again anyway, the boys will always fight, someone’s feelings will always get hurt, we don’t enjoy going out to eat with our kids regardless anymore, and I needed a new car anyways. So after some good conversations and someone telling us, “You’ll never regret another child,” we were both on the same page and ready to rock and roll!

And then for the first time, it didn’t come as easy as the last two.

We started trying early summer of 2019, and by the end of December, I was over watching the clock, the anticipation for a missed period, which always came, and I said I’m done. If it’s meant to be, it will be. I quit paying attention to it all and instead just lived my regular life.

And what do you know, in January, we sat down to watch one of our favorite Sunday night shows, I poured myself a glass of wine, took one sip, and threw it up! Literally, I threw up in my glass.

And I knew what that meant. Ha! I ran upstairs to take a test and probably had the biggest smile ever on my face when I saw two lines appear within seconds. That truly is one of the best feelings. I can say hands down that has been the top three best moments of my life, watching those lines appear and saying hello to my babies.

When we told the boys, Greyson was very excited, Beckam not so much.

Greyson asked if the baby can sleep in the middle of him and Beckam (they share a bed now). And then he said that he hopes it’s a girl because they don’t have a sister yet. However, this past month he said he hopes it’s a boy because he wants another brother to play with. 

Beckam replied to us with, “Yucky, Mommy!” Since yucky is his new favorite word. 

But I know they are both going to be so excited once their new little brother or sister is here. And they’ll be such good helpers! 

I also want to take the time to note, I have had a heavy heart over these last few months thinking about the large number of friends, family and readers of ours that have or are going through infertility, loss, complications, and ones that are still and will forever mourn their babies. I had a handful of close friends that I had to tell and let me tell you; those conversations are not easy ones to have. But every word they’ve spoken has meant the world to me and words that will never be forgotten. Even though this is supposed to be a happy post, I want to acknowledge the pain I know this may cause some of you. And I want you to know that it’s okay to be sad, mad, jealous, resentful or whatever you need to be. Be it. And I hope you all know that I see you, I love you, am here for you, and know that you weigh heavy on my heart, mind, and in my prayers daily. 

I love you all and am so excited to take you on this journey with us! Since I’m geriatric, we get to find out the sex in a couple of weeks. And CANNOT wait. I’m hoping for a girl but would also love to be a boy mom. And Jamie doesn’t care, but he says it’ll be a boy. Guess we may be having our own motocross team soon… 

We can’t wait for you all to meet our little one come October. 

XO,
Morgan (& Jamie)

Thank you Chelsie for capturing these first moments of our family of five.