Wanna hear something silly? I’m still getting used to not carrying Baby B. I guess when you spend almost an entire year being so cautious and aware when it comes to your choices and environment, it’s natural. And in a way, it felt so much easier having him inside me — selfishly, for safe keeping. But, every time his leg sticks out of a blanket when he lays on me or he does a full body stretch, I marvel. I marvel at his little life, changing right before my eyes daily. Those little toes. This guy is already putting them to use, trying to stand up. And he smiles when you say his full name, or at least when I do. I marvel at his daily hiccups…because I know what they used to feel like, always catching me by surprise. And I marvel at what my body was able to do. Not even biologically, but after going through hell with ITP and immunotherapy. I nurtured and grew a healthy baby boy and my platelets prevailed. I know I’ll marvel at whatever new thing he does this week, and the week af...