How could it possibly have been 4 years since having Donovan! The time sure does fly. Donovan was a pleasant surprise. We had started talking about having another child right before Ellie turned 1. She turned 1 on March 6, 2005, and I found out I was pregnant about 2 weeks later. I just knew I was. All the symptoms were exactly the same as when I was pregnant with Ellie. Mikey did not believe me but I just knew it. We stopped off at the store on the way home from church and bought a test. I did what I need to do and he would not let me look at the test until the full 3 minutes had gone by. I had left the room and when I came back Mikey was kind of acting funny. He had peeked! Sure enough, I was pregnant. I was kind of in shock. We went to my nephew Ryan's birthday party that afternoon. I was not ready to anounce it but Mikey blurted it out to his brother. They just cannot keep anything from eachother. I think our friend, Jen, about fell out of her chair. I had really hoped for another girl because I am from a family of girls and would not know what to do with a boy, but I just knew it was indeed a boy. Everything about my pregnancy was completely opposite of my pregnancy with Ellie. Sure enough, the usual 5-month ultrasound showed a "rocket ship" (that is what the ultrasound tech called it). I remember being so afraid that I would be disappointed when I saw a penis but it was the complete opposite. I saw the "rocket ship" and could not wipe the smile off my face and I started crying. Ellie would have a brother.
Now it is 4 years later and we have the sweetest, yet wild little boy. He is the spitting image of his daddy with my eyes. I really could go on and on. He can frustrate me to no end with his antics. He gets in trouble constantly, but yet he makes me smile all the time. We have to leave the room often so he does not see us laughing at him. I can get so angry at him and then in a second he will have me bursting with laughter. He is definitely a momma's boy. He gives the best hugs and is constantly saying, "I love you girlfriend." He also loves to have a conversation with you, except he actually tells you what you are supposed to say. He never stops talking, ever.
I sure hope that I can raise this sweet boy to be a responsible, caring, and loving man, and I hope that when he is a teenager he will still come up to me and tell me he loves me and give me huge hugs.
Happy birthday my handsome boy!
