mercurial scribe

Dear Miri,

You are exhausting, little one! How in the world you can be so little and yet make me so fatigued is quite beyond my reasoning capacity. I mean, really? A little 14″, 2 lbs being is making me sleep 14 hours a day, eat every hour and pee every half hour, lacking enough concentration to read a whole paragraph in one sitting? Seriously?

As you grow, you’ve liked to make this clear to me. In other words, you have discovered the joys of kicking. Like really kicking. Hard. Like striking my ribs. And my pubic bone. Suddenly and hard when I’m nearly asleep, which I don’t appreciate. Don’t get me wrong - I’m glad you are growing and strengthening your little arms and legs, but sometimes you hurt Mommy. Yes, it hurts. Now I have some understanding why Grammy laughs when I complain about it, as I’m sure I’ll laugh at you 20-30 years from now when you have a child of your own. But remember, I don’t like this power-kicking thing. It does not make me happy. And how’s that saying go? If Mommy ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. (Grammatical nightmare, I know, but it is a pearl of wisdom you must remember nonetheless!)

Another thing I’ve come to notice is you like when Daddy talks to you through my belly. You get all quiet when he asks you to please stop kicking Mommy, it’s nighttime and time for all of us to sleep… and you do! Why are you already listening to your father better than you listen to me? How rude.

When you aren’t power-kicking me, though, we have developed a little game. You kick and I poke you back. Then you kick again where I poked. I can get you to move around and it has amused me for a good 10 minutes at a time. Zoë just looks at me like I’m crazy but she’s tolerating it for now.

I also can’t believe we’re only three months and change away from our due date. You, precious little girl, are about to meet the world. Everyone told me that pregnancy would seem to last forever but to be honest, it has flown by. I am, however, getting increasingly antsy to hold you, feed you, hear you coo and cry. I am not at the point of serving you an eviction notice. I have a feeling that will happen right around April 1st though.

Sleeping some of the last good sleep I may get for another 20 years…

Love,
Mommy

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