Dear Peanut,
I have something I feel is very important to share with you, and it's something I want you to do your best to always remember...
There truly is more good than bad in this world.
Sometimes I forget that. Actually quite often I forget that. It is so easy to be consumed by the daily grind, and it seems the media takes such pleasure from scaring the pants off us, that we often forget to recognize the good. And it's silly because there is so much good, and it surrounds us. Often we don't notice it because it's the little acts. It's someone letting you in front of them in line because you only have one item, or a neighbor smiling and saying hello, or a stranger holding a door for you. But each one of those little actions, and all the others like them, are our constant reminder that this is a good world we live in.
Yes sometimes bad things happen, sometimes really really bad things happen, but if you only focus on the bad, you'll miss out on the true beauty of the world.
I got to thinking about all this, because you are my little bit of something good, and today when the stress and responsibilities of life started to wear me down, you did something to remind me. You moved :) Just a tiny bit, a little flutter. It was subtle, yet the perfect reminder. A private moment of you saying, it's ok mama, it's all ok, and I thank you for that.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
It's time we talked
Dear Peanut,
It's been 4 months since you came to be a blob of cells, muliplying and eventually forming you into the tiny human you are currently growing inside me. I will save us both the embaressment of relaying the details of how you were conceived, but I do have many a bone to pick with you about all the trouble you have caused since that faithful evening.
I have to admit I thought pregnancy was going to be awesome! I could get fat and not feel pressured by society, I could indulge in guilty food pleasures, I could park in the expectant mother parking at department stores, and I could get away with wearing Muumuu's in public. Pregnancy was going to be heaven!
But my sweet little peanut you squashed that delusion immedietly.
Pregnancy so far has been mostly miserable. Between the sickness, and the bloating, and the insane out bursts of crying hysterically or shouting in rage at the fact that I ran out of laundry detergent, I'm surprised your father hasn't packed up and sought refuge.
The books warn of all of these and many other what I have dubbed "preggo problems", all of which you have happily reigned down upon me, but the books just don't do justice as to just how miserable each new symptom truly is.
Remember though Peanut, I said mostly miserable. There have been those little moments where I am in aww of how in love I am with someone that I am yet to even meet.
I cried with joy when I showed the pink + to your papa, and my heart swelled the first time I saw you on the ultrasound screen. you were a tiny mass, 27mm big, but I loved you more than I've loved anything before. And in 3 weeks I get to see you again, this time as a tiny person, and find out if you will be my son or daughter.
So dear Peanut, for all the miserey there has been some amazing moments along the way, and many many more lay ahead of us, and I cannot wait to experience them all with you.
xoxo
It's been 4 months since you came to be a blob of cells, muliplying and eventually forming you into the tiny human you are currently growing inside me. I will save us both the embaressment of relaying the details of how you were conceived, but I do have many a bone to pick with you about all the trouble you have caused since that faithful evening.
I have to admit I thought pregnancy was going to be awesome! I could get fat and not feel pressured by society, I could indulge in guilty food pleasures, I could park in the expectant mother parking at department stores, and I could get away with wearing Muumuu's in public. Pregnancy was going to be heaven!
But my sweet little peanut you squashed that delusion immedietly.
Pregnancy so far has been mostly miserable. Between the sickness, and the bloating, and the insane out bursts of crying hysterically or shouting in rage at the fact that I ran out of laundry detergent, I'm surprised your father hasn't packed up and sought refuge.
The books warn of all of these and many other what I have dubbed "preggo problems", all of which you have happily reigned down upon me, but the books just don't do justice as to just how miserable each new symptom truly is.
Remember though Peanut, I said mostly miserable. There have been those little moments where I am in aww of how in love I am with someone that I am yet to even meet.
I cried with joy when I showed the pink + to your papa, and my heart swelled the first time I saw you on the ultrasound screen. you were a tiny mass, 27mm big, but I loved you more than I've loved anything before. And in 3 weeks I get to see you again, this time as a tiny person, and find out if you will be my son or daughter.
So dear Peanut, for all the miserey there has been some amazing moments along the way, and many many more lay ahead of us, and I cannot wait to experience them all with you.
xoxo
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