Saturday, September 27, 2008
Something surprised me this week; I'm anxious to meet you.
We're just starting week 15 and I wish you were here already. Never in my life did I think I'd want to SPEED UP this process, but I do. I can't wait for you to be here. I can't wait to see you.
You're reading with your mother right now. I'm sure it's already your favorite thing to do.
Reading about warrior babes and talking animals and adventures and things.
She started reading at four, you'll probably start before that. You'll be a nerd for books and movies, just like us, but don't worry, it sounds worse than it is. Nerd-dom has completely over-taken popular culture in the last ten years, and by the time you grow up, coolness will have been redefined once again, and it'll be second nature for you.
Right now you're in her tummy, just kind of floating, growing organs, doing stuff, resting, swimming, unborn-child type things. You get to be with your mother ALL THE TIME. Lucky.
I talk to you, though you're not supposed to be able to hear me for some time. I read that I'm supposed to speak clearly and loudly, like you're on the other side of the room. It's kind of funny, but I like to do it, and your mother likes it too. I really like the sound of my own voice, I hope you grow to like it at least half as much as I do.
This week I got excited about sharing video games with you, particularly SUPER MARIO BROS. 3 (remember that nerd thing I mentioned before?). When you get here, I will tell you all about it's above-par graphics for an 8-bit console, the cool storyline and wonderful game-play. It is a joy of pixel-based bliss. Sometimes, I'll even let you play.
I have to go get some rest now; I've been sick for two weeks. No fun, and trying desperately not to get you and your Mom sick too.
We'll talk soon,
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
On August 2oth, we saw you for the first time.
Put first sonogram picture of you (bean\rasberry sized oblong thing in a dark pool) in a comic book sleeve with board to keep it safe. (You are as valuable to me as my comics, probably more. Remember that.)
This is the very first picture of you, EVER.
Found out that eventually your amniotic sack (your temporary home) will become filled with pee. It's your pee, so I don't know what to tell you about that.
The last few weeks you've made us laugh a lot A LOT. Once I made your mother laugh so hard she farted (but don't tell her I told you).
She also sneezes out loud now, something she’s never done before…she says it’s because her rib is still a bit sore from the accident.
I think it’s you. You make your Mommy happy and you inspire her to live out loud.
No real morning sickness, just some mild queasy spells. Thanks for that. You're a very agreeable child already.
You make your Mother want meat. Everytime she sees hamburgers on TV or smells them, she needs them NOW.
You also communicate clearly with your Mother; you tell her right away when you're hungry, completely skipping "I could eat" and proceeding directly to "I'm starving!"
Today we heard your heartbeat. So strong and powerful. Your father is very proud of you.
Talk to you soon, Baby.