Dear Miriam - T-minus 8 weeks
Dear Miri,
WE’RE LESS THAN TWO MONTHS AWAY! Did you know this?
Being that you’re nearly 17″ and around 4 lbs, it’s no wonder I’m anxious to get this party started - I’m short-waisted after all and we’re now fighting each other for space. I lean over to fork some lasagna in my mouth and you push your head as hard as you can against my sternum.
Little girl, there’s something you need to know about Mommy - I’m more stubborn than you’ll ever be and I love me some lasagna. Don’t make me throw down!
The coolest thing I’ve managed to glean from our little fights is I can now tell how you are positioned. I can sometimes feel your head or your legs/knees pressing into my tummy. I can even move you around when you get yourself into an uncomfortable situation for both of us - information which is good to have for labor!
Most of our time has been spent either in front of a computer (hi, I’m a writer), nesting (that’s one strong instinct!) or lying happily on my side in bed or on the couch while you wiggle away. The latter is the only time I think both of us have enough room to breathe comfortably and do what we want. Thank God I know how to watch tv, read and even organize from that position!
I thought it was only fair that you know preparations are now in high gear for your arrival. Daddy and I start “birthing classes” in two weeks, our shower is in a month and we’ve been setting up your space in our bedroom over the past week or so. Poor Zoë can’t figure out what your crib is for and every time I play the sounds of a baby crying she just cocks her head from side to side, then looks at me like “What’s that, Mommy?” As long as you don’t poke her eyes, I think you two will have a grand time together. And I’ll have to scold you for giving her your Cheerios and scold her for taking them.
I suddenly feel like the Mom in Family Circus. That kinda weirds me out.
That’s pretty much it for this week. I’ve been tired and you’ve been growing. Isn’t that how it’s been for a few months now?
Love you bigger than the sky,
Mommy
How you look this week:
February 22nd, 2008 at 6:18 am
2 months! Oh, cherish these moments. My pregnancy with Vivian was so special in that way only a first pregnancy is. Everything is so new and miraculous!
And you’ll be fine. Vivian’s toes were in my ribs for a month straight, so it took all of 3 pushes to get her out. I was annoyed!
February 24th, 2008 at 10:51 pm
YOU will do great!!