Dear Munchkin,
As of today, I am 20 weeks - which means you're officially half-baked. And two days ago, you made your presence known in an entirely new way...
Monday morning, 19w5d, 5.30 am. I'd been awake since 4-ish. Your Daddy and I were staying at Aunt B. and Uncle M.'s house for Passover. I was lying awake reading a Boston Globe in-depth story about the family of Martin Richards, the 8-year-old killed in the Boston Marathon bombings last year. And all of a sudden, I felt these unmistakable twinges. I waited until it had happened a few times (all in exactly the same place) then whispered to Daddy, "I think I just felt Munchkin kick." He woke right up and I put his hand over my abdomen and sure enough, within about 45 seconds it happened again and he could feel it. We looked at each other in shock and amazement, he kissed me...and then went back to sleep. That's your Daddy...! I just sat there in bed, beyond overwhelmed, teary-eyed.
Since then I've felt a few more twinges. It's hard to tell if you're actually kicking or just stretching. Whatever you're doing in there, I hope you are having fun. I hope you feel loved. I hope you are happy and healthy and safe.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
And the months fly by
Dear Munchkin,
I haven't posted in a month! But I think about you and love you every moment of every day. I am 19 weeks as of today. Apparently you can hear me now, so I'm trying to watch my language. And I'm trying not to get too frustrated by everyday little annoyances. I still haven't felt you move yet, I don't think, but hopefully I will within the next few weeks. I still have all sorts of scary thoughts about what could go wrong, but I am trying to relax and enjoy this time.
Right now we're getting ready for Pesach, which starts next week. And I find myself trying to envision you in a few years, asking the Four Questions, singing us the songs you've learned at school, asking genuine questions and offering us your own unique insights into the story of our liberation. I wonder who you'll be, little one. I'm so excited to meet you. I'm a week away from being "half-baked" and 5 weeks from "V-Day" (viability day - not that I'd want you to be born at 24 weeks, but babies born at that point have a reasonable chance of survival).
Baby girl, your Daddy and I love you SO much. Daddy kisses you through my belly pretty much every day. We're both so eager to meet you (well, not just yet!) and get to know you. I love having you with me all the time. Keep growing, keep cooking, keep amazing us.
love,
Mommy
I haven't posted in a month! But I think about you and love you every moment of every day. I am 19 weeks as of today. Apparently you can hear me now, so I'm trying to watch my language. And I'm trying not to get too frustrated by everyday little annoyances. I still haven't felt you move yet, I don't think, but hopefully I will within the next few weeks. I still have all sorts of scary thoughts about what could go wrong, but I am trying to relax and enjoy this time.
Right now we're getting ready for Pesach, which starts next week. And I find myself trying to envision you in a few years, asking the Four Questions, singing us the songs you've learned at school, asking genuine questions and offering us your own unique insights into the story of our liberation. I wonder who you'll be, little one. I'm so excited to meet you. I'm a week away from being "half-baked" and 5 weeks from "V-Day" (viability day - not that I'd want you to be born at 24 weeks, but babies born at that point have a reasonable chance of survival).
Baby girl, your Daddy and I love you SO much. Daddy kisses you through my belly pretty much every day. We're both so eager to meet you (well, not just yet!) and get to know you. I love having you with me all the time. Keep growing, keep cooking, keep amazing us.
love,
Mommy
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