Hi! Your mommy here. I know you can't read this now, heck you aren't even born yet, but hopefully one day you'll stumble upon this and know how exciting and nerve-wrecking a time it is for your daddy and I (and your big brother Bryson) in anticipation of your arrival.
To give you some perspective, today you turned 23 weeks in mommy's belly. Apparently you're about 11 inches long, and weigh just more than a pound now- although you've made mommy gained quite a bit more than that. Just last night your daddy caught me out of bed at 4 a.m., stuffing my face with anything edible I can find the kitchen. Brewing you takes a lot of calories, you know. But I am trying to stay healthy by going to belly dancing classes (you ever feel the sudden onset of violent jerking and rolling? Yeah, that's it).
I started feeling you kicking and squirming about 5 weeks ago (by the way you have an uncanny aim for my bladder). You're especially feisty when I'm hungry (you're quite bossy, I must say), or after I eat chocolate. It's truly one of the most amazing things to experience in life, the connection you have with your unborn child, something I hope you'll experience one day...
But that's of course assuming you're a girl! And guess what? We still don't know your gender for sure yet.
Your daddy and I are fairly convinced at this point you are a girl (given your love of chocolate, the opinion of our blog friends and some fuzzy ultrasound pictures), but we apologize in advance if you turn out to be a boy. Either way we'll love you very much. Although your daddy is so convinced he's started calling you "Leia" (if you were a boy, you'd be "Luke"). What can I say, he may harbor a secret desire to be Darth Veda. I personally like the name "Eva".
Guess we'll see what you look more like when you're born- we're hoping for some sort of a sign, e.g. if you're born with cinnamon buns stuck to the sides of your head. Ha ha, just kidding, no extra appendages, please.
We were told that starting from this week, your sense of hearing is almost fully developed. We started shopping for lullabies that you can listen to now and after you're born. We came across this really beautiful song from Ghana called "Naima". I cried the first time I heard it. We ran straight out the door to buy this CD (which you may be very familiar with by now). And since then, everytime we play it, I think you squirm a little bit with the rhythm.
I hope this lullaby will always take away your tears and let you fall asleep peacefully, just like what the lyrics said:
Apart from the fear that you'll be a fussy baby (just like your daddy according to your grandma), we're also fearful of anything and everything that could go wrong with a new baby- not knowing what to do when you're sick, unable to understand why you cry, that I may lose patience and become a bad parent...
But you have my word that I'll always try to be the best mother I can be to you. I know this is kinda corny, but this Gerber TV commercial sums up what I want to promise you (it also makes me cry everytime I see it. Pregnancy is a very emotional business, some day you'll see):
For someone who hasn't always been a "baby person", it's quite astonishing how much I've already bonded with you, someone whom I have never met. I can't wait to actually hold you in my arms (after I get over that fear that if I didn't hold you "right" I might break your neck), to shower you with kisses (with tons from daddy and Bryson as well), to take in all your baby smell, to sing you "Naima" and lull you to sleep, and when you're bigger, take you to see all the places in the world that will fascinate you and fill our lives with joy and wonders.
Lastly, my hopes and dreams for you are quite simple: I wish that you'll always be healthy, happy, and live a fulfilled life full of love and adventures.
(P.S. OK, you can stop kicking now, I know it's almost dinner time and I'm just about to get up to get us a bite. Don't be a such a cranky girl.)