January 1, 2014
13 weeks left with you
Sweet girl, I can't believe we're already here.
For 27 weeks I've carried you proudly, dressing my belly so all the world can see, feeling giddy with excitement at every move you make. And now, we only have about 13 weeks left together, just you and me.
I have to admit, the first 4 months were hard… really hard. Feeling the wave of nausea before I could even set foot out of bed in the mornings, feeling so tired that I would sleep somedays (weekends only, of course) for the entire day.
Then came the next few months. I felt much better physically and I relished in the looks and comments on my growing belly. It's been so fun getting to show you off, telling people every chance I get how proud I am to be your mommy.
And towards the end of those first 6 months, there have come more physical and emotional aches. Backaches, for one. Swelling, nosebleeds, dry eyes, almost completely squashed lungs (you should see me when I get to the top of one flight of stairs). The realization that your dad and I are responsible for an entire human being. Hoping and praying that we'll be good parents; nurturing and loving, yet willing to let you be your own person.
Baby girl, it's been worth it. You've been worth it.
Every sleepless night, every leg cramp, every fear.
Little girl, your dad has seen me through many tearful days. He's given me, literally, countless foot and back rubs, and done everything possible to make working full-time and being pregnant sustainable.
And he's also been there for every moment that I've told him I'd do it all again. That I love you so much. That I can't wait to meet you and kiss your little feet.
As you and I begin these last 13 weeks together, I want to remember how wonderful it's been to have you grow inside my tummy.
I want to remember how fun it's been for your dad to feel you squirm and kick inside me. How neat it was the first time we could feel your little foot poking out.
How incredibly blessed I've been to be the one to carry you until birth.