Each week Babycenter.com has a suggested activity for moms-to-be, and this week it’s to write a letter to your baby. Jeff was quick to say this was a great idea and that I should do it. So I figured; alrighty, this could also be a blog post! And I don’t know what it’s going to say yet…but pardon me if it’s super mushy…
Dear Baby Girl,
With each passing day that I’m carrying you around with me I feel like I get to know you more and more. By now, I know that your favorite time of the day has got to be around 3pm because it’s your most active. And this is a new development, but I know that you hate when I have a full bladder and try to send that one extra email at work before running to the restroom because, well, it obviously takes up space in your little house! You’re all; “MOM, get rid of this thing!” all while consistently kicking my bladder causing me to have to get up because you won’t leave me alone! It makes me laugh because you’re already bossing your mama around! Grrrreeeaaaaaattttt – it’s starting! When I walk into the restroom for the umpteenth time of the day at work and catch my profile in the mirror, I rest my hand on my belly and marvel at how freaking cute you are – and I don’t even know what you look like! But you make a really cute little baby bump, baby!
I find it so fascinating how life works itself out. Before you came along I was really enjoying life. I was doing things that I found fun, constantly seeking the next self-indulgence that usually had something to do with satisfying my pop culture obsessions, like concerts, movies, traveling, anything to do with TWILIGHT, etc. I loved margaritas, cosmos, Bud Light, and Sauvignon Blanc and often my friend and I would question whether it was bad that all of our activities seemed to be built around drinking!! I knew your daddy was itching for a baby but your mama was itching for some more *time* to experience all the fun that life had to offer before you came along. It may sound selfish, and it probably is, but it’s better to experience life then to wish you’d done things differently. Let that be your first piece of advice from your mom. I believe the saddest phrase in the English language is “I wish I would have”. So baby girl, live life to the fullest with as few regrets as possible!
But then fate stepped in and, like you were meant to be, you made yourself known to me in November 2010, in New Orleans of all places! Seeing the word “Pregnant” on that little plastic stick really overwhelmed me and I wondered if I was ready to be a mom. But now, all these months later, I can’t imagine my life any differently than it is right now – with you growing inside, kicking my bladder, making me fat, and me day dreaming of a little girl all day.
I have a feeling that I’m going to be a really good mom to you. I had a super amazing example of what mommies are supposed to be like from my mom (your ‘Mimi’ – what your Grandma would prefer to be called!), and my own Granny – who I soooo wish you could’ve met. I promise to listen to you, to support your dreams, to shower you with lots of TLC, and to make you laugh. And someday, when you’re older, I hope to be your best friend. But hold on – you’re not just going to have a good mommy. You’re going to have a great daddy too! You have no idea how excited I am to see you turn this big Type A bear of a guy into a mushy little teady bear! He’s going to be the best daddy you could hope for, I just know it. I can tell because throughout my pregnancy with you, he’s been the best husband imaginable! So he’s proving he’s got the chops to be a great daddy to a baby girl. Lucky you, girlfriend!
Let’s not forget your big brother who will surely love you and protect you – Indy, the beautiful red Viszla! And of course you’re going to have a Mimi and Grandpi, and Grammy and Papaw, two uncles, an aunt, and a cousin (and extended family too!) who are ready to go nuts over you! Basically, when you come into this world you will be loved more than you’ll ever know.
So that’s all I wanted to say, baby girl. I’m so excited to meet you and to hold you for the first time. Maybe I’ll even read this aloud to you one day when you’re a few weeks old – or when you’re 22. Thanks for coming into my life when you did… you’re so very special to me.