Dear baby girl- (AKA, baby nugget),
Don’t worry, we do have your real name picked out for you but as far as the rest of the world knows, you are baby nugget. A word that we use for most things and it just so happens it has worked for you as well.
The other day I pulled out your baby book and started to fill in the blanks that it provided. Family names, when we found out about you, and other basics. But they were just that, basics. As a blogger it didn’t feel like enough to me.
I feel like one day, perhaps as a teenager, you will think I was a completely cool person for keeping a blog about my life with great details of when I was pregnant with you. Or by then you will not give a crap and will think how dorky I am. I’m fine with it either way. Some days I wish I blogged like most expecting Moms, listing out exact details of weight gain, cravings, and every new body change in detail. Then maybe one day I would compare your pregnancy to my next pregnancy (God willing) and you can compare it to your own pregnancy way, way down the road when you are all grown up and married. But unfortunately I’m not that kind of blogger so you get something different.
Here is what I do want you to know. I may not love being pregnant but you have giving me one thing to look forward to every day, your moving and grooving inside. Sure, in a few weeks I may hate having your body parts jabbing my essential organs and so forth, but right now it is a nice reminder that you are okay in there. Because right now, it is just you and I nugget. You have only let Dad feel you move around once but normally you instantly stop when I call him in to try to feel your kicks. It makes me feel like we are actually starting to bond a little.
I want to give you kudos for making this an easy pregnancy. I needed that after our journey to get here. Thanks for not plaguing me with morning sickness, horrible sleep, major weight gain or anything else too major. While I have had a few aches and pains along the way, I know it could be worse.
I will say you are all your father’s child at times. I may not be much for sugar items but you demand cookies, cupcakes, and candy corn from time to time. I give in and shove one in my mouth and tell you that is all your get for a while. You happily spend the next hour kicking back on some sort of whacked out sugar high. Your Dad finds this hilarious and is quite proud of himself, asking where his own cookie is. I can see the amount of times you two will be hiding these items behind my back in the future.
With this pregnancy half over, we are very excited to meet you and I swear I will start on your nursery at some point. I’m not worried about the late nights, the crying or the poopy diapers after you arrive. I’ve done it before, so I don’t have a lot of anxiety to go back to that phase. It is short lived anyways and you will quickly grow. That is just how it happens. So I’m looking forward to all of it. Because here is the thing, kiddo, pregnancy is only a small part of this parenting thing and then the real life part kicks in. The part where our family forever grows by one more. So lets finish out these last 16ish weeks in style and with ease so we can get to the good stuff, like sniffing your newborn head.
Mom (The one playing the music too loud, poking you back when you kick, feeding you sugar and talking to your Dad late at night.)
4 thoughts on “23 Weeks – Letter to My Baby”
I love this! She will love this letter too
This was lovely! I’m so curious about her name, though!