Dear baby,
Since this is my first letter to
you, I feel like I should introduce myself. Not that we're not
completely familiar with each other with you living inside me and
all, but it's just that I don't feel like we've ever formally met, you know?
That will hopefully happen sometime in April, so for now I just find myself
talking about you to daddy and lots of other people who really care about you
already (you're a pretty lucky little boy). Since I'm still adjusting to the
fact that you're going to be a real live human being that will depend on me for
life in a few months (no pressure, right?), I thought I'd write you a few
letters, in part to get used to talking to you (As I’m sure you can already
hear, I talk a lot - so get used to it.) and in part to tell you just how truly
excited I am to meet you.
When Dad and I found out you were
coming, I admit I was downright terrified (not of you, but of me as a mom), but
slowly and surely I'm coming around and as each day passes I get more and more
excited to meet you. You're a total wiggle worm, and I'm recently I’ve been
feeling you move on two sides of my belly at the same time - and some of them I
can actually see! Daddy always quotes Billy Madison and says "He's gonnabe a soccer player!" and I think that might be true!
Back to kicking - that's our main
form of interaction right now so I feel like I should talk about it a lot. You
kick me constantly. I always wonder when you find time to sleep. But then one
day I realized you're amazing at taking insta-naps when someone else besides me
puts their hand on my belly to feel you dance. Quite the letdown for everyone
else, but I'm sure you need the rest. You especially like to kick when I'm
sleeping at night. I keep trying to somehow still sleep on my stomach
- propped up on pillows of course. (Just picture Mommy laying on
an inner-tube.) I know the experts say, "left side-only"
and to that I say: “Lay off - I'll lay however I can actually fall asleep,
women have done this for thousands of years you over anal experts!” (Mommy is
not really an angry mommy, promise. Just ... passionate.) But maybe those
experts are a little bit right - when I lay on my stomach, you start
kicking like a maniac. At first it starts out small, just a kick here or there
where there is pressure on your safe little habitat, and then it just grows and
grows and grows to where I swear you're doing the bicycle as fast as
your little legs can swing. I'm fairly certain you'll be
the first infant born with defined quads
and diamond-cut calves. Because of all your kicking, I figure
that means you're not super happy with having your home smooshed flat as a
pancake, so I always end up rolling over. Just don't get any ideas - when
you're living outside of that cushy little room, you won't be the boss of me anymore.
Wow, I just wrote nearly 400 words
about how you kick. I suppose that's one of those
"you-know-you're-pregnant-when" moments. There are lots of other
things to talk with you about besides your ridiculously strong legs,
like how I can't wait to raise you into a man just like your daddy, and how I'm
excited to dress you - be thankful that boy's clothes have gotten much cuter
over the years - and I want to tell you all about my dreams for you. But don't
worry, they're not too specific and of course, I'm open to discussing them with
you when you're old enough.
But we'll save those things for
another letter. For now I'm signing off.
Much love,
Such a sweet idea and beautiful letter!
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