Dear baby,
Everywhere I go, you go. You go over to Kayla's house while she does her laundry, to the Essential Skills for the First Time Manager training in Seatac, house hunting around Hilltop, and around the pool in deep water aerobics class. You go to the grocery and the coffee shop, to church and to work and to home visits with Nurse Brenda. For someone the size of a mango, you are very busy. Nearly everywhere you go, you are the youngest person in the room. This makes me smile when I remember it.
I think the two of us have got your dad a bit freaked out. He felt you kicking and ran out of the room shouting about how you felt like a fish in my belly, haha! Between that and the live birth videos I subjected him to, Jason is a real trouper. In yesterday's 8-hr childbirth class, we both had to hold ice cubes for 4 mins during a labor stimulation. Pain was shooting up our arms, and we practiced breathing and walking and bouncing on the exercise balls to manage the sensation. It was actually pretty fun. I'm not at all nervous about labor and delivery; to be honest, the parenting a child sounds way scarier than birthing one. Go easy on us, okay? We're rookies in the realm of childrearing.
Nervousness aside, I can't wait to see you. Becca assures me you will have green eyes and curly hair, and that you will blink a lot like your dad. She predicted your due date within 2 days, so she must be right about your appearance! We will adore you even if you're bald and blind. Our son, our baby boy! What did we do to deserve such a miracle as you?
Love, love, love, your mom
January 20, 2012
22 weeks
Hey there baby boy,
You and your bump embarrassed me a little at the pool yesterday. In the communal shower I felt a dozen eyeballs on my gloriously round and naked belly. They were probably wondering if you were really a baby or just a big burrito mid-digestion.
I am pretty sure you are a baby, since I don't think burritos kick so much. I can feel you wiggle when I finally sit after a long day at work and when I lie down to sleep at night. When I don't feel you moving, I ask your dad what he thinks you're doing in there. Swallowing? Peeing? Thumb-sucking? Jason always says the same thing: "He's growing, of course!"
All the growing is making me itchy and hungry. My sister tells me you can taste everything I eat so I'm trying hard to mix it up. We took our monthly pilgrimage to the Asian market yesterday and got some wacky goodies, red bean mochi and al nori furikake, kimchee dumplings and green bean pancakes. After we finished the shopping we sat down in the adjacent bakery and talked about how different it will be bringing you along to the grocery for the next ten years or so. Riding in a shopping cart sounds pretty fun, don't you think?
You seem to like all the running and swimming we've been doing lately. We are thinking of calling you Miles, what with all those miles I ran back when you were the size of a ripe raspberry. These days you're probably closer to 11inches long, weighing almost a pound.
It's unbelievably cheesy, but your dad and I already love you. Everybody does. Becca talks to you all day long at work and customers have all kinds of opinions about what's good for you. Looking pregnant works minor miracles on the tip jar! Your grandparents mail us comic strips about little boy antics and email us links to the beard hats they plan to buy you. Your aunt is painting you a miniature chair. Your parents are doing their best to get their ducks in a row before you come, but they aren't quite ready yet...
Feel free to stay in there 18 more weeks, as planned.
Love, your mama
You and your bump embarrassed me a little at the pool yesterday. In the communal shower I felt a dozen eyeballs on my gloriously round and naked belly. They were probably wondering if you were really a baby or just a big burrito mid-digestion.
I am pretty sure you are a baby, since I don't think burritos kick so much. I can feel you wiggle when I finally sit after a long day at work and when I lie down to sleep at night. When I don't feel you moving, I ask your dad what he thinks you're doing in there. Swallowing? Peeing? Thumb-sucking? Jason always says the same thing: "He's growing, of course!"
All the growing is making me itchy and hungry. My sister tells me you can taste everything I eat so I'm trying hard to mix it up. We took our monthly pilgrimage to the Asian market yesterday and got some wacky goodies, red bean mochi and al nori furikake, kimchee dumplings and green bean pancakes. After we finished the shopping we sat down in the adjacent bakery and talked about how different it will be bringing you along to the grocery for the next ten years or so. Riding in a shopping cart sounds pretty fun, don't you think?
You seem to like all the running and swimming we've been doing lately. We are thinking of calling you Miles, what with all those miles I ran back when you were the size of a ripe raspberry. These days you're probably closer to 11inches long, weighing almost a pound.
It's unbelievably cheesy, but your dad and I already love you. Everybody does. Becca talks to you all day long at work and customers have all kinds of opinions about what's good for you. Looking pregnant works minor miracles on the tip jar! Your grandparents mail us comic strips about little boy antics and email us links to the beard hats they plan to buy you. Your aunt is painting you a miniature chair. Your parents are doing their best to get their ducks in a row before you come, but they aren't quite ready yet...
Feel free to stay in there 18 more weeks, as planned.
Love, your mama
January 16, 2012
21 weeks
Hey baby,
We saw you last week, doing toe-touching tricks up on the ultrasound screen. I was still nervous you wouldn't be real. I kept asking Jason on the way to the doctor, "Do you think I'm still pregnant? Are you sure?" But alas, there you were, in all your black and white fleshly glory! The most marvelous part was the teeny tiny fingers and toes.
We bought a helium balloons to tell the world - you're a boy! - and hung them at Becca's, at our apartment, at Gibson's. The customers at the yogurt shop had a little wager going about your gender... they were wrong, so no free frozen yogurt for them! All week people were asking me if I'd prefer a boy or girl. I think I once had a preference, but I truly feel like I got pregnant and immediately forgot it. All I want is healthy baby.
So far you fit the bill! The ultrasound tech called you perfect about 50 times.
Something about seeing you last week made me realize it's time for me to start getting excited about you. Since it's too early to fill our little apartment with plastic toys (and sorry, little one, your dad and I aren't really the plastic toy type anyway), I'm going to start writing you letters. Jason and I have a long history of letter writing through the years, so I've got a little practice already.
We love you.
From your mama.
We saw you last week, doing toe-touching tricks up on the ultrasound screen. I was still nervous you wouldn't be real. I kept asking Jason on the way to the doctor, "Do you think I'm still pregnant? Are you sure?" But alas, there you were, in all your black and white fleshly glory! The most marvelous part was the teeny tiny fingers and toes.
We bought a helium balloons to tell the world - you're a boy! - and hung them at Becca's, at our apartment, at Gibson's. The customers at the yogurt shop had a little wager going about your gender... they were wrong, so no free frozen yogurt for them! All week people were asking me if I'd prefer a boy or girl. I think I once had a preference, but I truly feel like I got pregnant and immediately forgot it. All I want is healthy baby.
So far you fit the bill! The ultrasound tech called you perfect about 50 times.
Something about seeing you last week made me realize it's time for me to start getting excited about you. Since it's too early to fill our little apartment with plastic toys (and sorry, little one, your dad and I aren't really the plastic toy type anyway), I'm going to start writing you letters. Jason and I have a long history of letter writing through the years, so I've got a little practice already.
We love you.
From your mama.
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