Dear Baby,
It’s Sunday morning and I’ve been watching old episodes of Extreme Makeover Home Edition to clear up space on our DVR. I love this show because it reminds me of all of the good people in the world. It’s also making me tear up every 5 minutes just like every sentimental moment on tv these days. Who cries during 2012? Apparently I do! I’m the world’s biggest sap right now and I’ve heard it only gets worse!
Today you are 7 weeks and 2 days old. You are the size of a blueberry or raspberry or some sort of berry. 🙂 I enjoy the fruit analogies in the baby books but fruits come in so many different sizes so I don’t always find it helpful! Still, my little berry, you continue to grow and that’s all I care about! Keep up the good work.
Friday afternoon Daddy and I saw you on ultrasound for the first time! Daddy was SO excited about the appointment he kept talking about it all week. There wasn’t a whole lot to see since you’re such a teeny bean (errr berry?) at this point but we saw your little baby shape, tail and all, and we saw your little heart beat flickering away on screen! I could have watched that all day, it was amazing. Life. Flickering away on that screen. Your life has begun.
I think seeing your heartbeat made this whole pregnancy thing really hit home for Daddy. He said “Not that it didn’t feel real before but now it feels REAL!” I know what he means. Seeing you is different than imagining you inside of me. Hopefully next time we see you you’ll look a little more human and less like a reptile. 🙂 You’ve got some time and some serious growing to do!
You feel real to me because as of recently I’ve been feeling pretty sick to my stomach in the afternoons! Some friends of mine who have had babies or are pregnant right now have pointed out “This is the best reason in the world to feel like garbage!” I can’t help but agree with them. I’m just hoping I don’t end up with my head in the toilet for the next month. So far I’ve only gotten sick one time, but that was in the middle of my 2 day migraine so I’m hoping that was caused by the headache and not by ‘morning sickness’. (by the way, terms like ‘morning sickness’ who were invented by men who have never experienced it make me angry at men. But that’s another story!)
So, I kind of think you’re a girl! Sorry if you’re reading this and you’re not, but I think you are. 🙂 I have a 50/50 chance of being right so I’m going to go with my intuition. Maybe it’s because I have a bunch of girl names that I really love but not really any boy names that sound perfect. I don’t know how I’m going to wait almost 8 more months to find out. I have heard that sometimes with boys it is so obvious on the ultrasound that there’s really no question. So, if that’s the case, I won’t be sad about finding out early, hee hee. (No Steve, I will not close my eyes during the ultrasound!)
I like writing these letters. It feels like I’m hanging out with you for a little bit while I type them. I think about you all the time but I guess I don’t talk to you very much yet. I think that would sound a bit nuts at this point but maybe I’ll start. I sing to you though. I try to sing every single day so you’ll know my voice. I also sing every day because it makes me so happy. Happy Mommy, happy baby, right?
That’s about all I can think of right now. I want to keep talking to you but, baby, we have time. You’ll be mine forever and I’m so thankful.
I love you so much. (lordy, crying again!)
Mommy
