mercurial scribe

Dear Miriam,

We are now officially in our last trimester. I would “woohoo!” but the new bout of nausea and lower tummy muscle pain I’m experiencing from your rapid growth limits my vocal enthusiasm to a very quiet “yea”.

According to the nice people at BabyCenter.com, you have gained about 1/2 an inch in length and somewhere near a 1/4 lb in weight. And don’t I know it. When you hiccup, my whole abdomen feels it even though you’re not quite big enough yet to make it noticeable to anyone but me. I can now tell when you’re awake and when you’re sleeping, which makes me feel like I’m really getting to know you better. That makes Mommy happy.

Since we’re so far along, I’ve been bugging Daddy about when we’re going to register for the baby shower. Daddy, of course, tells me “By the end of the month” with no further details. Once you’re born, you’ll quickly learn Daddy has no sense of time and likes to just go on his merry way, wherever it takes him. Fun, true, but that’s also why things get put off to the last minute. That and he does not have proper respect for the elaborately planned schedule that is my month!

In the meanwhile, I’m having a great time daydreaming about after you are born. What you’ll look like, what your personality will be like, if you’ll like like your Daddy when you sleep or if you’ll snore more like Zoë does (less nasal, more whimper), if Daddy will gag changing your diaper. I wonder how you’ll like Zoë, if you’ll prefer nights to days (like both Daddy and me) or if you’ll be an annoyingly jubilant morning person. Making room for you in our little apartment always brings on these little reveries and I treasure them though I’m sure the realities will be very different and even better.

Only three more months, little one!

Love always bigger than the sky,
Mommy

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