Hi kiddo,
Sometimes when I'm cooking, stirring something on the stove top, your daddy will come over and wrap his arms around me, holding you up in his big, strong, working hands. He loves feeling you move around in these incredibly normal moments: just standing in the kitchen, and yet there you are, growing inside me, making yourself known as I simmer vegetables into a stir fry. You are making us parents, little one.
If I sit too close to my desk at work, you'll kick out against the middle of my belly and my chair actually nudges a bit backwards. You can also wake me up with these powerhouse movements, especially when you punch me in the hip (it hurts!). I love it though. I seriously love every movement. About a year ago, when I realized I was ready for us to become a little family of our own, the idea of feeling you move me was what could bring me to tears at the hope of you. And now here you are, moving all the time, even as I type this.
The air has changed out here. Spring starts next week and there have been days warm enough for me to drive home with the window open a bit. The dogs are getting antsy and we're bowled over by how much closer each day brings us to your arrival. Every Sunday morning when we wake up I announce how many more weeks until your estimated due date. With each announcement, your dad has taken to proposing new absurd ways to keep you put for longer. Its all silly though baby. We know you'll come when you're ready and that we'll be ready then too because, really, "ready" doesn't exist. How could we possibly be ready for how you will change everything?
I love you.
Love, mom
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