Spilled Beans

Dear "Little One,"

Well, your mommy spilled the beans. I couldn't wait any longer. Part of me wanted people just to know you are here, while the other part wanted other people to be aware of why I was so grumpy, sick, sweaty, etc. So there it is: people know. We specifically said we know it's early but that we are optimistic about you making it and praying for a favorable outcome.

We love you, whatever happens. I want to thank you for not making me throw up last night. My ears are still hurting from the strain of the day before.

I think about you a lot. It's strange to think I might actually get to be a mother once you are born. I mean, I am already a mother, but it doesn't feel like it. I don't wake up during the night to your sister's cries. We don't have a bulky care seat taking up space in our car to protect her when we all travel together. It just doesn't feel like I would think a mother should feel, for obvious reasons.

I'm currently working with Grandma at Murphy Watson Burr Eye Center. She is having surgery on something, and they needed someone to fill in while she would be out. Instead of using someone they already have, they've asked me to come back to work, learn her essential functions, and basically be her for the week or so she'll be out. My only complaint so far is I wish I was in bed with my cats right now! Oh well. It won't be long, the job is fairly simple, and we could use the money, so I'm willing to do it.

Anyway, I think my part is coming up soon. I love you Little One. I look forward to seeing you again, hearing your heart beat, and meeting you when you grace us with your presence (hopefully after a full-term, healthy pregnancy!)

Sincerely,
Mommy.