Dear my little womb monkey,
I think I'm beginning to start noticing your presence in there. It's like a sloshy pressure-y feeling and to be 110% honest, it kind of freaks me out.
You've already started renovating the place and planning your expansion, I can tell by the odd shape my stomach has taken on and by the weird cramping that I get while I'm trying to sleep.
I'm pretty certain that you're sitting directly on my bladder as if it's a nice cushy waterbed because I pee about 88 times a day and my "full" bladder really is mere trickles. I can only imagine the joy it's going to be when you weight pounds instead of ounces.
You really aren't happy when I sit or lay in the same position for long periods of time. You turn up the nausea button and also send darting pains down the right side of my body.
I wish I had a time machine so that I could speed up until about a month from now so that I would know if I could start calling you a he or a she. I don't care either way, but I am starting to feel a little callous by calling you "it". I wish that I would have weird dreams or some sort of inkling of what you might turn out to be, but as of now, I think I'm going to be guessing until you decide to let us know.
Your aunts and uncles are probably more excited about your impending arrival than anyone else. They call and text at least once a day asking for updates. I have to tell them that you're living a pretty simple life and that not much is going on as of yet.
Kid, the more I think about it and the closer I get I really just can't wait to meet you. I know it'll be some time before then but I already think that'll be the best day of my life so far. I like the feeling of being pregnant and responsible for the tiniest little bundle of happiness inside me, but I think I'm going to love you even more on the outside.
At least until you start wailing at the top of your lungs. And then maybe I'll rethink the in the belly thing. :)
Until we meet,
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