and I'm not talking about Jon, although I am missing him too.
I'm missing Pearce
I'm sad that I don't get to rest my boy on my big belly like I do all the other kiddos in my life.
I miss his little feet - the one on the left that looked like Jon's and the one on the right that looked like mine.
I'm sad that he never gave me a single sleepless night.
I miss his little lips - that he definitely got from his daddy.
I'm sad that I never had the opportunity to nurse him.
I miss his little jaw - that came from me.
I'm sad that I never got to change his diaper - although he did pee on me.
I miss his little muscular legs that looked so much like his daddy's it took me by surprise.
I'm sad that I never once had to tell him no.
So in a nutshell I'm missing him and it's making me sad which in turn is making me miss my other boy too.