I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. I totally skipped over the week when you were onion-sized. This week, you are a sweet potato. That is truly bizarre to me. Up to this point, your fruity/vegetably comparisons have been modestly sized, approachable foods. But sweet potatoes are big! I mean, you are getting to the point where, if I ate you, I'd be full. Crazy!
Your father and I bought a new car. You will soon find out how much I hate spending money... it was pretty stressful for me. I hated having to borrow some of our house savings to put down on the car. But we needed a good, reliable car more immediately than we need a house, so it was just something we had to do. Other than the post-spending hangover, I do like the new vehicle though, and I think you probably will too. It's got more space, and the air conditioning is killer.
You're really messing with my hormones lately. I went to my baby class on Thursday, and I was 95% of the way to tears, just from watching the video on breastfeeding. (On a side note, you got me 100% of the way there this morning, while I foolishly watched a program on soldiers coming home and surprising their families). I have heard some stories about people who tried to breastfeed, but they switched to formula because they had a hard time getting their kids to go along with it. This baffles me. I don't want to get all judgey, but I seriously can't think of a good reason not to breastfeed a child, unless there is some medical condition that makes it unsafe or impractical. It's so much healthier, and it's free! This is an issue that's very important to me, so even if you put up a fight, you should know that we are going to keep at it until we get it down. Humanity survived for millennia without baby formula, so I'm sure we can manage. (And if we have trouble, I bet your Grandma Johnson and your Aunt Christina will give us some pointers).
Big news! We will find out on August 25th whether you are a boy or a girl. I'm excited, but I'm kind of nervous too. Right now, particularly since I haven't felt you move yet, you're still a bit of an abstraction (re: my previous comment about picturing you as a ball of light). Once we find out what you are, once we can start using your real name (although we probably won't), you will become more REAL. More amazing, more immediate, but also more scary. Maybe it's not super cool to admit you're scared of being a parent, but I have to assume most people are (or ought to be). It's a huge responsibility. I'm just happy we have so many great friends and family members around to help us because we are going to need it. Fortunately, your Aunt Lexie sent us a very informative book on things not to do with you (play chess, dry you in the dryer, keep you in a pet crate, etc.), so that should help!
P.S. Aunt Lexie and Uncle Brendan are getting married! I doubt you realize it, but you're very excited. =)
Can't wait to meet you!
Love,
Mom
18 weeks, 5 days in the oven
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