Dear baby,
For months I've been hard at work house hunting, baby growing, and career ladder climbing... and now, in May, all of my efforts are paying off simultaneously. In a strange twist of fate, I got a promotion at work effective today - the exact day my pregnancy with you is full term. After such a long season of waiting, it is strange to be entering the season of arrival: arrival at a professional goal, arrival in our new house, arrival to the more hands-on part of motherhood.
We had our home visit with the midwife this week and got to hear your whirling heartbeat inside the walls of new house. Our midwife said it would be a great space in which to give birth - though she did recommend we put some window coverings before delivery day, haha! We had already ordered custom blinds online... hopefully they arrive before you do!
I've been trying to get your clothes washed and your things in order, but I've discovered that it is very difficult to nest in a construction zone. Things around here are altogether too wonderful to be perturbed about the dust and the noise, but I am taking notes in case you're ever lucky enough to get a sibling - no construction projects in the third trimester, period.
Although you're unlikely to come this early, it is strange to think that this could be the last letter I write before you are born. I'm attempting to enjoy what could be the last few weeks of pregnancy - slowly writing myself off the schedule at work and spending this afternoon on the deck drinking virgin margaritas leftover from last night's Cinco de Mayo bash.
I am ready for you to be in my arms instead of my belly, but there won't be Pitocin or Castor oil for this pregnant lady... I'll just leave the birthday timing up to you and Jesus.
See you soon?
Love, your mama
