Hey baby-
As of Monday, you are 24 weeks in the making!
I keep seeing bump-less women around town, jogging effortlessly down the road, eating sushi, wearing adorably tight jeans. I watch them and feel these intense pangs of jealousy... but then I remember that the frumpy leggings and lingering food aversions are an integral part of this process that brings you into our little family, and nothing can steal my joy.
Now that I've (mostly) got the whole pregnancy thing down, we are thinking more about parenting, gobbling up the relevant podcasts and articles. In so many ways (mostly my age and punk-rock haircut), I still feel like such an unlikely candidate for parenthood. I try to picture myself with you as a newborn. I tell Jason, "He needs us so much."All that love and all that anxiety... how will I bear it?
Your dad and I celebrated our first anniversary this week. The weather was beautiful, so we took a boat to Seattle and tromped around the sunshiny market eating French pastries before we meeting your aunt Marion at the aquarium. We wanted to go snowshoeing up in the mountains on Sunday (our actual anniversary), but we didn't have tire chains for the car and it ended up being an uncomfortable (read: big wiggly belly) day for me. We ate pizza and cake at home instead, laughing because we never in a million years imagined ourselves discussing baby names on our first anniversary.
Last night I dragged Jason to the Vagina Monologues at PLU. I felt a hot and breathy excitement during the monologue about childbirth. I cannot believe that that is how it happens, how people happen, how you will happen! I am awestruck, literally. What a miracle.
As usual, we are smitten with you. You and your little 1.5 pound body just going about your business inside of me... it's utterly unnerving and altogether wonderful. The midwife says that size-wise, you're in the 66th percentile. Keep up the good work! I am very proud.
Love from your mom.
