I know I haven’t written to you in a while, but sometimes it’s really hard to be an adult, and you don’t get to do everything that you want. It’s harder to think that I need to teach you how to be an adult one day, because I don’t know that I’m really that good at it. I don’t know that anyone is really that good at it – I think we all just do our best & try to keep rolling.
You are getting big now. At our last ultrasound the technician told us that you are measuring two weeks ahead of schedule, which would mean you weigh about 2kg by this point. Carrying you around is hard work, and there is still so much to do. Tomorrow I’m starting work on your nursery, and that will hopefully be finished by the end of the week. Right now it’s hard to get used to the idea that you are going to be here soon. Sometimes it seems like you’ll be in my belly forever, and I’ll just keep swelling up like a big ol’ balloon.
I think you’re going to be a Daddy’s boy. Your Dad had to go away without us for awhile this weekend, and you kicked up a storm the whole time until he came home. It sure seemed like you were throwing a tantrum because you didn’t get to go driving with Dad. You calmed right down as soon as Dad was home & you could hear his voice – hopefully that means we’ll both get some sleep tonight.
Your Mama is feeling so damn tired & stretched at this point. I never knew that the “growing” part of having a baby was so hard. No matter how much I cry, or what I say, you need to remember two things for me:
- I love you.
- I cannot wait to meet you.
Hang tight in there,