Dear Seth,
Today I have been pregnant with you for 25 weeks. Well, technically only about 23, but they start counting based on the start of my last… well never mind, I’ll explain later when you’re older. Or maybe I won’t because you’ll probably just think it’s gross. Anyway, up until recently I looked forward to Fridays which marked a week closer to meeting you. I still look forward to meeting you of course, but lately my excitement has been joined with some anxiety since there is so much to do before you get here! As your auntie Natalie pointed out to me last night “your house is a disaster.” Well, I can’t really argue with that. Your room is the only empty one in the house, as we just got done painting it last weekend. It looks pretty great, I think you’ll like the color. But we still have to clear out the other upstairs bedroom so we can get the carpets cleaned, since I’m sure before I know it you’ll be crawling around and picking up germs and who knows what else.
I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Your dad came home from work at 2:30am and was crashing around making all sorts of noise (actually I think he just opened the window). But it woke me up! In the old days, something like that would never have woken me up, I used to sleep like a baby… I suspect this change is your fault. Sorry buddy, but you are now about the size of a rutabaga (what is that???). You growing so big is leaving less and less room for my bladder and that tends to wake me up even when daddy isn’t noisy. Plus I think I’m learning to wake up easily so I can run and attend to you at the slightest little whimper you emit. After that I couldn’t get back to sleep until at least 4:30am due to – your furry “brother” Max deciding to play with his toys in the living room over my head, you deciding to practice your karate chops for awhile, daddy snoring off and on, and of course I had to get up to pee 2 more times as well. I sure hope after you’re born I can go right back to sleep after you eat in the middle of the night, that would be nice.
Well, that’s about all I have to say for now. Hope you’re doing good in there. I love you.
Love, Mom
2 comments:
I just teared all up when I read "Hope you're doing good in there. I love you. Love, Mom." I can't wait to watch you to be a mom.
I did this same thing for Emma ... and I really need to get back to it because I haven't really written in her little journal for months and months now. Thanks for the reminder.
Oh and duh. Maybe I should start writing to Baby #2. Poor kid. Dang. He/she's kind of gotten the shaft so far. His/her sister is too much of a show-off and is stealing attention, apparently! :)
Aaawwww... that made me get all scrunchy faced.
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