Dear sweet Frijole,
You have been baking in my oven for nearly 31 weeks now--that's 7 1/2 months. You are already so big in there that my organs are squished up against the sides of me. I can't imagine what this will feel like in a few more weeks!
Twice now I have experienced Braxton Hicks contractions in the middle of the night and I must say they are no fun. Supposedly my body is practicing to push you out. Getting ready for the main event. It lets me know we're in the home stretch, though, and for this I am very happy.
Soon I (and by extension, you as well) will be meeting with our doula Meg to discuss giving birth to you and how she can help your daddy and I during this process. He felt a little nervous about this prospect at first because he wanted to be right there helping me during your delivery. I assured him that he still will be! But he will have some of the pressure taken off of him now and he can relax more and focus on holding my hand and helping me to feel less afraid.
Everything makes me cry still, Frijole: shows on the Discovery channel that show babies in the womb, the absence of my grandparents, shopping for bassinet sheets, solo acoustic performances of Jeff Mangum, running out of juice. Even talking to Meg on the phone tonight about when we would meet up made my eyes mist over.
You, on the other hand, seem pretty happy and active. Honestly, sometimes I think you're trying to break your way out down there. My friend Carrie just had her little girl and I absolutely crave pictures of her. I want to look at babies so much! I watch videos on YouTube of babies getting baths constantly because they are so precious.
I don't mean to rush you, though. You need to take your time and grow strong and healthy before you come out. I can't wait.
Love,
Mama
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
In which I forgo all attempts at complete paragraphs in order to complain more freely
Dear Frijole,
You are getting big. Very, very big.
I can't wait to meet you, but I am getting uncomfortable. Very, very uncomfortable.
I think you have a small marching band in there with you.
Turning over in bed is a challenge, bending over to do anything...well, forget it. Getting close to the sink or stove is impossible.
Everything makes me feel suddently claustrophobic. Even (especially?) maternity pants.
I am trying to pack this apartment. We have very little room to begin with, and no room to put anything once it is packed and the cat is underfoot every single second and I start to cry at the drop of a hat because everything suddenly feels hard and overwhelming.
I haven't had many cravings with you, but lately all I want is sandwiches. So that is what we are having. Sandwiches of all types! Turkey, ham, BLTs, club sandwiches, egg salad sandwiches. I want them all the time. At least they are economical.
On the positive side, your grandma got us a camera so we can take lots of photos and videos from you. Your father thinks it is hilarious to tease me about taping your birth. I promise him it will be the last thing he ever does.
A cute two-bedroom apartment has opened up two blocks away from us. The bedrooms are a good size and it is in our price range and I want it so badly that I can barely think about it.
Once we get a rocking chair, you and I are going to spend some serious time in it. De-stressing. Maybe it's time for that prenatal massage from auntie TK.
Love,
Mama
You are getting big. Very, very big.
I can't wait to meet you, but I am getting uncomfortable. Very, very uncomfortable.
I think you have a small marching band in there with you.
Turning over in bed is a challenge, bending over to do anything...well, forget it. Getting close to the sink or stove is impossible.
Everything makes me feel suddently claustrophobic. Even (especially?) maternity pants.
I am trying to pack this apartment. We have very little room to begin with, and no room to put anything once it is packed and the cat is underfoot every single second and I start to cry at the drop of a hat because everything suddenly feels hard and overwhelming.
I haven't had many cravings with you, but lately all I want is sandwiches. So that is what we are having. Sandwiches of all types! Turkey, ham, BLTs, club sandwiches, egg salad sandwiches. I want them all the time. At least they are economical.
On the positive side, your grandma got us a camera so we can take lots of photos and videos from you. Your father thinks it is hilarious to tease me about taping your birth. I promise him it will be the last thing he ever does.
A cute two-bedroom apartment has opened up two blocks away from us. The bedrooms are a good size and it is in our price range and I want it so badly that I can barely think about it.
Once we get a rocking chair, you and I are going to spend some serious time in it. De-stressing. Maybe it's time for that prenatal massage from auntie TK.
Love,
Mama
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