Mother’s Day

I still can’t believe it – we celebrated my first pseudo Mother’s Day this year. 

As I said to my awesome girlfriend: It’s just not fair that Josh gets to hold a sweet baby on Father’s Day 2011, while I get a few swift kicks to the ribs and some heartburn to keep me up at night.  I hope this doesn’t foretell future Mother’s Days. 🙂

Everyone keeps asking when I’m going to get maternity photos taken.  Since I’m so into photography, I think they just assume that I’ll get the standard mama-to-be photos all tangled in a sheet, head thrown back, belly exposed.  But…no please!  For some reason, maternity has just never been something that floats my boat.  I think pregnant mamas are absolutely gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, they just don’t inspire me like the sweet babies they produce do. 

However, first thing this Sunday morning, on my almost first Mother’s Day, Josh convinced me to let him take a few pictures of me in the nursery.  And honestly?  I’m really glad he did 🙂 

I wasn’t dressed, my hair was all a ruckus from our evening out on Saturday night, but I look happy.  And pregnant.  And that’s how I want to remember this pregnancy.  Because although it’s had its highs (baby’s movin!!) and it’s lows (OMG opening my eyes makes me want to puke), it’s been an awesome ride so far, and I’m so thankful for that.

 

Wiggly

Dear little baby inside my tummy,

I’m a little concerned.  See, you’re currently at 30weeks, 2 days gestation – which means that you still have AT LEAST another 6 weeks of cooking to do – and I can tell you already want out.  You have wiggled, poked, kicked, punched, rolled, and stretched more in the past 3 days than I ever thought was possible for someone who only weighs in at around 3lbs.  Even now, as I sit at work and lean against my desk to type, you are pushing so hard that my body is being physically shoved away from my desk.

Don’t get me wrong – I absolutely LOVE to feel you move around.  It’s a constant reminder of the perfect little life growing inside me, and it makes me pause for a moment to dream about what you’ll be like when you finally arrive.  Since we don’t know if you’re a boy or a girl (though your daddy and I each have our own opinions on that), my thoughts lean more towards what you’re little (or big!) personality will be like.  I’m guessing that you’re going to be a bit of a firecracker. 

So thank you for the little hello’s during the day, and feel free to keep them up as often as you feel necessary.  Let’s just be clear – no coming out until week 36 please!

Love,

Mama

 

Floppy Tulips

Floppy tulips from the backyard make for a better day 🙂