“B” is for babies. And “B” is for bellies. And in case you didn’t know, it’s also for bubbles. I’m having the most amazing tiny, little bubbles popping around in the depths of my belly this evening! They are so precious that I just had to write it out. They feel different than any little pokes I’ve felt before because I can tell there’s not just one here and there, but there are a succession of them as if my little one were practicing some bicycle kicks inside me! Too cool. I can’t believe there’s really a little human being in my womb–yet there is. I am freaking out for Friday! We are both freaking out for Friday. But of course, every day I am reminding him that Friday is a day closer, because I’m just that filled with excitement and that in awe. We are going to have a boy. Or a girl. Whatever you are–little Irvin–I don’t care. I could care less if your hair is red or your eyes are green or brown (however, you know how attached I am to your father’s baby blue eyes, so knock yourself out if you’re busy working on a pair of those!). I am not really envisioning how you will look, because I know however God has created you will be wonderful. I’ve been praying for ten tiny toes. Ten tiny fingers. Praying for your little digestive system and heart and lungs. Your smart brain. Hoping and praying, and after that leaving it all in our good God’s hands. We just cannot wait to meet you and learn all about your personality and your passions, what could your little heart hold? It’s all so new and exciting.
Everything is changing. Your dad is getting comfy with the idea of you and likes to touch my tummy. He can’t wait to feel you moving. My belly feels like it gets bigger by the hour, and I feel much more tired after “normal” activities I would do (like taking the stairs to our bedroom two at a time, at a quick pace. That’s a doozy!). Your room is starting to change, bit by bit. A new stroller, and a new changing table. Two pairs of tiny socks that I really wanted because I like thinking about putting them on your tiny feet. Pretty soon in these next couple of months that room will get a redo, and it will hardly be recognizable. I can’t wait for that. It all feels right–preparing, and making you center stage. I’m not having a hard time of that at all, and I guess I shouldn’t fight it now because it’s how it should be. I find myself inclined to clean and organize, sort, declutter, and generally get rid of crap that will not do our new family any good. It’s a nice, new feeling. Thank God for hormones that help, right? Haha. I’m in total nesting mode now that school is over.
We can’t wait for you. I am overjoyed.
-M (is for Mom)