Hi again! It's your future mom. Whew, this is quite a journey, isn't it? I feel like we've been going for about a year and a half, even though it's been only 7 months and some change. You seem as antsy as I am; I think we sometimes we both feel like asking, "Are we there yet?" Soon enough, kid. You keep working on getting up to your fighting weight.
Apparently this week you are the size of a large jicama. I don't consider myself an expert in jicamas, so the reference is of little use to me, but I will say you seem to be the size of an ample squash-like object that enjoys doing tai chi and occasionally engaging in 3 a.m. dance parties.
Speaking of those 3 a.m. parties, I had sort of hoped we could hold off on those until you officially arrive in the world. Don't get me wrong, your sometimes-rhythmic, sometimes-spastic movements are reassuring and are one of the highlights of pregnancy (completely alien though it is to look down and see something jut out of my abdomen). But I would suggest it would be better for both of us if we could keep more-normal hours during this home stretch. Just something to consider.
So much has happened since I last wrote you. You and I ran a half-marathon together, and you have your first medal to prove it, engraved with your prenatal nickname (Blueberry). Your future dad and I bought a house, too. Plus, we now have a crib for you(!) and a car seat so we can legally bring you home from the hospital. At some point soon we will also get a car that will reasonably fit said car seat.
There have been a couple of bumps in the road, as well, just to be honest. For one, I fell on the sidewalk outside work a couple of weeks ago — I'm sorry for the jolt. I didn't land on my belly, but I had to go to the hospital and be monitored for four hours to make sure you were doing OK. It was a nerve-wracking experience. I love you more than I thought I could love anyone I haven't met yet. So ... let's just say I'm glad to put that incident behind us. You know, sometimes I picture you in there saying, "It's OK, Mom." Just know how much of a delight you are already to your dad and me, OK?
Your future parents are doing a lot to get ready for you, and I can't say enough how excited we are to finally meet you when the time comes. Dare I say I'm even ready to trade the heartburn, restless leg syndrome, smooshed lungs and stomach, and general sense that I'm approaching Kool-Aid Man proportions for midnight/2 a.m./4 a.m. feedings and cry fests (yours and mine).
It's really getting real, kid. Let's finish strong.
Lots of love,
Your future mom
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