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I won’t lie, I’m incredibly ecstatic to hear\/see my friend’s babies reach their milestones – see them play, watch them feed themselves and have the adorable conversations with them about everything a 2 year old loves. But when I’m alone and it’s quiet, I dream about what it be like if Jovie was doing all those things too. <\/p>\n

If we flash back to December 2008, when my sister had come with me to my 18 week scan at the hospital<\/a>. Finding out that I was expecting a girl was without a doubt one of the most memorable moments of my life. Just as we had left the sonographer’s room and made our way down the hall, I stopped my sister and jumped and giggled with so much excitement – I was going to have a girl!! Don’t get me wrong, finding out we were expecting a boy when I was pregnant with Jasper was also an amazing time, but knowing that it’s my last pregnancy – a baby girl (and a pigeon pair of kids) was a beautiful gift to be given. <\/p>\n

I was jumping up and down for all the pretend tea parties, jumping up and down for the arguments about cell phones & boys, jumping up and down for her wedding day & babies & living all her dreams. <\/p>\n

Today, dreams are much simpler and honest. Just some first words would be awesome. A ‘mumma’ or a ‘yes’. A ‘hello’ or ‘happy’. <\/p>\n

I’m thankful that Jovie’s eyes tell me more and more lately, but I’m fighting for those first words and won’t give up. <\/p>\n

What do you dream about? <\/strong> <\/p>\n

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