I Can't Believe How Bad You Got Me
Kirstie Be a Surrogate
Over the next couple of weeks, Jake and I have been trying to find out if we’re expecting again or not. It’s been… not. But… I guess it just takes time. It’s frustrating! I’m doing everything that my doctor’s told me to do and… nothing’s working! Jake and I are both healthy. Why isn’t this baby thing working out?!
Something has kept a smile on our face though. Little Riley has figured out how to walk. That was exciting. Of course Jake was the one helping her the whole way. But she walked into my arms and I will never let him forget it! She just kind of rummages through everything now.
“Maybe I should get her a bike…” Jake started as he watched her prance around the living room, scoping out her next rummage attack.
“I think we should wait a few years… or never,” I replied.
“Babe,” he groaned.
I just giggled while he pulled me into my arms, giving me a tight squeeze. As his voice faded, he leaned in to press his lips to my temple. Once we parted, he rested his head on my shoulder, watching our girl explore.
“Feel pregnant yet?” he asked as his hand came to my stomach.
“No,” I huffed.
“I think you might be…” he teased.
“I took a test yesterday,” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You never know…” he countered, making me roll my eyes playfully.
I just sighed and tried to nuzzle against him more. This sucked! We weren’t even trying last time and I got pregnant! But now that we want it to happen, of course it’s not happening!
“What if we have to like… have Kirstie be a surrogate mother for us?” I brought up.
“Uh… no,” he replied.
“But what if that’s our only choice?” I bickered.
“It’s not,” he chuckled now.
“But what if I can’t have anymore babies?”
“You are totally capable of having more babies, sweetheart,” he countered, softened his tone.
“Well, I already asked Kirstie if she’d carry our child…” I added.
“You did what?!” his eyes grew wide.
“She said she would,” I kept going, trying to hold in a snicker.
“Kylee, we don’t need…”
“I’m kidding!” I couldn’t help but burst out into laughter.
“That was so mean!” he threw back at me.
“Oh my gosh, your face!” I laughed yet again.
“Mean!”
I couldn’t help it. It was hilarious. My laughter even caused our little girl to come over and laugh along with me. Jake just pouted at her. She giggled and ran into his lap. That pout didn’t stay much longer. She looked at him and put her little hands on his cheeks before kissing him. He countered by leaving multiple kisses on her cheek. As her giggles bubbled out, she tried to push his scratchy face away.
This sight made me so happy, but… kind of sad. It’s always so adorable when Riley and Jake have these cute daddy/daughter moments. I just… want more babies so Jake can have more daddy moments with them! But… I guess the time will come when we have more. I’m probably just a little impatient right now with the arrival of little Jackson isn’t helping that. Jake and I just have to wait a little longer for our next Weimer baby.
Something has kept a smile on our face though. Little Riley has figured out how to walk. That was exciting. Of course Jake was the one helping her the whole way. But she walked into my arms and I will never let him forget it! She just kind of rummages through everything now.
“Maybe I should get her a bike…” Jake started as he watched her prance around the living room, scoping out her next rummage attack.
“I think we should wait a few years… or never,” I replied.
“Babe,” he groaned.
I just giggled while he pulled me into my arms, giving me a tight squeeze. As his voice faded, he leaned in to press his lips to my temple. Once we parted, he rested his head on my shoulder, watching our girl explore.
“Feel pregnant yet?” he asked as his hand came to my stomach.
“No,” I huffed.
“I think you might be…” he teased.
“I took a test yesterday,” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You never know…” he countered, making me roll my eyes playfully.
I just sighed and tried to nuzzle against him more. This sucked! We weren’t even trying last time and I got pregnant! But now that we want it to happen, of course it’s not happening!
“What if we have to like… have Kirstie be a surrogate mother for us?” I brought up.
“Uh… no,” he replied.
“But what if that’s our only choice?” I bickered.
“It’s not,” he chuckled now.
“But what if I can’t have anymore babies?”
“You are totally capable of having more babies, sweetheart,” he countered, softened his tone.
“Well, I already asked Kirstie if she’d carry our child…” I added.
“You did what?!” his eyes grew wide.
“She said she would,” I kept going, trying to hold in a snicker.
“Kylee, we don’t need…”
“I’m kidding!” I couldn’t help but burst out into laughter.
“That was so mean!” he threw back at me.
“Oh my gosh, your face!” I laughed yet again.
“Mean!”
I couldn’t help it. It was hilarious. My laughter even caused our little girl to come over and laugh along with me. Jake just pouted at her. She giggled and ran into his lap. That pout didn’t stay much longer. She looked at him and put her little hands on his cheeks before kissing him. He countered by leaving multiple kisses on her cheek. As her giggles bubbled out, she tried to push his scratchy face away.
This sight made me so happy, but… kind of sad. It’s always so adorable when Riley and Jake have these cute daddy/daughter moments. I just… want more babies so Jake can have more daddy moments with them! But… I guess the time will come when we have more. I’m probably just a little impatient right now with the arrival of little Jackson isn’t helping that. Jake and I just have to wait a little longer for our next Weimer baby.
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