Dear Baby Boy,
It's your mama. By now you know my voice because I sing to you and talk to you whenever I get the chance {aka when people aren't around to think I am going bananas.} I've also spent a great deal of time showing your "big brother" Colbie {uh, the dog} my tummy and saying the words "Baby" and "Gentle" over and over in the hopes he associates the two when you are finally out of my belly.
Usually he just looks at me with confusion;
however, occasionally he will lick my tummy
which is, perhaps, progress. :o)
which is, perhaps, progress. :o)
{I won't let him eat you. Promise.} |
We have discussed everything it seems: your name, the possibility that you will have special needs, how we will discipline you when you get bigger, how we will play with you, what personality you might have, whether you will love literature or math {or both!}, and all the adventures that are in store for the three of us!
Believe me when I tell you, we are over-the-moon for when you finally enter this world!
In other news...today I splurged and got a haircut. The first in, well, my entire pregnancy. Only a trim really...but I feel like a whole new mama!
{goodbye split ends} |
So here is where we are in our journey of pregnancy together:
Weeks along: 32
Pounds gained: 29
Times I wake up per night: 8-10
Your kicks occur: 10 in less than 10 minutes, consistently
{way to go!}
Infant/Birth classes taken: 1 (8 hrs long, mind you)
Yes, my belly has taken on a very uncomfortable, yet hilarious, misshapen form.
Suffice to say, you do not "look" comfy in there.
Be patient.
Keep kicking like a soccer star.
Be patient.
Keep kicking like a soccer star.
Only 8 more weeks, my little one...
Can't wait to meet you!
Love,
Your Mama,
g
Can't wait to meet you!
Love,
Your Mama,
g