My Two Sons

I had the sudden urge to write a blog post today, it's been nearly a year since I last posted something. But today's thoughts are just too important not to write out and share.

I'm currently 30 weeks and 6 days pregnant with our second child. We hadn't planned on getting pregnant with our second until June or July of 2013, but there were other plans in our cards. The beginning of February, the very same night as the superbowl, we were enjoying our weekend and watching the game. I was 4 days late, but I had been late before, so I brushed it off. Well as that 4th late day went on, I started to get this 'funny' feeling. When I told Josh about it, he said we should wait at least another week before taking a pregnancy test. I looked at him like he was crazy, I could not wait a whole week!

Late that evening I had a friend pick my up a test on her way over, since she was already coming over to watch the game. It was agony waiting for her to show up, because as the hours went by with still no AF, I was starting to believe I actually might be pregnant. But that little voice in my head kept telling me, 'don't psyche yourself out, you'll only be disappointed when the test is negative.'

The test didn't even need to sit for the 3 minutes...Within seconds I had two very distinguished lines. I was shocked. My friend hugged me and was jumping up and down congratulating me, and I was just standing there flabbergasted. She stopped in her excitement long enough to remind me that I needed to tell Josh who was watching Half Time in the next room. As soon as I called his name, he knew.

Although I had been longing for another baby, the news came easier to Josh than it did to me. I had only just started to become myself again, taking up my hobbies and having some real fun. I wanted to be excited, I wanted to be happy about it, and I was, but I wasn't. And as the weeks went by and I started to feel sick, I couldn't help but wonder, "why now?"

I'll be honest, I was hoping it would be a girl, I could be excited about a girl. So when we had an early gender scan at 16 weeks and 3 days, and found out it was going to be another boy, I was sad at first. I say at first, because I realized something very important a few weeks later.

This is what this post is really for, not just to tell the story of us finding out about our second child, but more importantly, finding out that it would be another boy. That I would have TWO Friedman sons.

Genealogy has always been important to me, and I had known that Josh was the last Friedman son, that's one of the reasons I was so excited James came out a boy. Carrying on the family name was and is, so very important to me. But it wasn't until we watched the episode of Band of Brothers on HBO, the episode about the WWII concentration camps, that I realized just how big of a deal it is for me to have Friedman sons. Josh's grandfather was a navigator for the US military in WWII. Other than himself, Grandpa Friedman, all the other Friedman's lived in Germany at the time. Grandpa was the only Friedman that wasn't exterminated in a concentration camp. Grandpa being the only Friedman left, survived the war, even after being captured by Nazi's, married, and had children. But he only had one son, Josh's father. When Josh's father married, they had one son, Josh. For 3 generations the Friedman name has continued through only one individual at a time.

So I am very proud that our first child was born a son, and I am even more proud that I am able to give them yet another son in just a few months. History is important, and it lives on through our children. It makes me very happy that I get to be a part of rebuilding a family that could have been completely eradicated.

Yes, a girl would have been special too, but I couldn't be more ecstatic to be having another boy.