Dearest Stormageddon,
It's hard to believe how much is changing right now. I'm in the midst of teaching two summer classes and writing a lot for my dissertation. Your papa is really busy with work and finishing up little projects around the house--I can feel him getting excited and nervous about your arrival. We're trying to talk to your big brother more about you coming, but he's still such a mama's boy that he won't believe me when I say I can't pick him up anymore. YOU are changing right along with us. I can feel you kicking like crazy some times around 3 in the morning or around 7pm when I'm putting your brother to bed. I can feel my hip bones sliding out further and my skin and muscles stretching around my middle. I still don't think you like me eating very much. I've taken to chewing ginger gum, which helps a lot, and having really small snacks very often so that the nausea that always seems much worse on an empty stomach doesn't show up.
I know it may not be fair, but I do wonder constantly what kind of baby you'll be and whether you'll be a boy or a girl. The unfair part? I do comparisons in my head to your brother. I know you're different children and will have different personalities (or at least I hope so. Mama's not sure she could handle two Tristans!) but I do wonder HOW different you two will be. Will you get along? I know you won't at first--your brother won't like not being the center of attention. I only hope that, like my sister and I, you grow up to be friends or at least stand each other's company well :D
We love you and think about you a lot lately.
Love,
Mama
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