Dear Miri,
I’m so proud of you! Nearly 2.5 lbs and growing. It really is quite amazing to see my stomach protrude further and see the ripple on my skin when you kick and move around. However, all this growth has made you strong enough that you bruised Mommy’s left bottom rib, which WAS NOT appreciated. I seriously thought for the first day that maybe you cracked it, but fortunately that was not the case.
On a more serious note, I want to take the time in this letter to explain to you the importance of family… (more…)
It’s a strange thing work from home and hardly ever go anywhere.
It’s a stranger thing to unexpectedly be not home for 24 hours.
On Sunday afternoon, I received a panicked voicemail from my tía requesting a favor. Curious, I returned her call immediately. Turns out my abuelita was having some pretty serious problems with her asthma and I’m the one who lives closest to her at 40 miles away. “Is there any way you could stay the night with her?” she asked. (more…)
Dear Miri,
And I thought the first trimester was exhausting. Turns out now you are taking all my energy to put on that adorable baby fat and prepping to be born. I’d prefer it if I got some of that energy too, you know. You’re already impending on valuable vital organ space (you’re nearly 15″ now!) and now you have the nerve to take away my donut sugar high.
How rude. (more…)
I had a post developing a bit after I heard yesterday about the death of Heath Ledger, but I think that my Husband did it better. Please check out his post.
I am tired. Just really, really tired. My writing is really starting to take off, the apartment is an absolute disaster, I have a slew of doctor’s appointments and various baby-mania type errands to run. This week (Thursday) I’ll be ushered into my 7th month of pregnancy and yet all I want to do is sleep.
I LOVE sleep. Especially since the new flannel sheets my Mom gave us are so soft and warm. Our room gets nice and cool in the darkness of winter with light rain pattering away on the bushes outside our window and I just want to sleep. Sweet sweet slumber that in a little less than 3 months will be going away for awhile… (more…)
