Dear Bebe,
I think about you all the time. Part of me still doesn't actually believe that you will come out and be ours forever. You'd think with all of this thinking that I'd get it. I still find you a mystery little baby.
Walking home from work today I started to make a list in my mind, my favourite things and not favourite things about being pregnant with you. Top 5's, if you will. Here they are:
Top 5 Faves:
+ Feeling you move inside me. It's not what I imagined it to feel like at all! It's not gentle or soft or sweet. It's intense and sporadic and surprising and amazing. I want to be hooked up to an ultrasound machine like some Tom Cruise slave so I can watch you move all around all day
+ strangers smile at me all the time
+ I walk really really slow now. It's become a common occurrence for senior citizens to pass me on the sidewalk. Today, a guy on crutches passed me. That was a new one. I laughed out loud
+ excited anticipation of whats to come
+ having this magical, special time with your papa. just the two of us experiencing this together
Top 5 Least Faves:
+ my hair looks terrible. every day, all the time. terrible.
+ I forget everything
+ with all of the walking, my feet hurt constantly. I really don't like this
+ unsolicited 'advice'
I only have 4 least faves. That's probably a good thing.
We went to a baby shower in Sydney on the weekend, just for you. We were surrounded by love, laughter and great food. Your family is pretty spectacular. We are both very lucky ladies.
Love, Mama.
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