Dear wee one: Part 4

Omigoodness. Not writing very much. But don't worry. I think about you numerous times in a day. And a lot had happened to you since my lack of posts.

Let's see. You have gone from a raspberry, to a blueberry. I saw you in an ultrasound then. I would say you looked more like a grain of rice but whatevs. Then you grew to be the size of an olive then a whooping lime.

I've gone to the doctor twice so far and good results. Genetic testing came up. We (your parents) discussed the options and decided against it. We have wanted you for awhile now so if you decided that you want us too, why question it? 

Mom (that would be Grammie to you as that's what she wishes her name to be) says that you are starting to peak through my stomach. I've noticed changes but not so extreme that my clothes don't fit. Although end of the day jean wearing can be a bit more uncomfortable.

So far I would have to say you have been pretty gentle on me. I sometimes have wondered your existence especially when around others whom are due around the same time. They are being put through much more trying times. I have seen you though and heard your little heartbeat too. That was probably my most exciting event so far. I think you might be testing me, "the calm before the storm," and you will make yourself known after your birth by never sleeping....ha ha.

We have read some books on what to eat and what to avoid. Hardest so far is my sushi and soft cheese. You want what you can't have I guess. And I have had to up the prunes and water content thanks to a little symptom I'm feeling. But like I said very little to complain about. I've been sick three times really and if I can count it on my hands, it sounds good to me!

I have found that I do love to sleep. And nap. That has become a necessity. Or I just don't function at all.

People are starting to slowly know your existence. Grandparents, aunts and uncles. A few friends. I'm still wary. I am happy you have chosen to stay so far. I just know things can happen that just are out of both our control. So I wait. April 15 to be exact (the 14 week mark).

But soon enough this little secret will be out. It's been nice to hold on to something secret for awhile to adjust to the big change ahead. Processing without other peoples voices entering into your head telling you what to do. That advice will be wanted in time. But too soon for me right now.  Your dad on the other hand can't handle this. Who knew his secret keeping caused him so much anxiety. I think he would shout it from the rooftops if he could. Ha ha.

Till next time!
Love