Dear Baby,
I felt you move last night. It’s not like the other times when I thought maybe I felt you or maybe I was hungry or maybe I had to let one rip, this was 100% you.
You. I wonder about you all the time. I started your baby book on Sunday and when I pulled out your ultrasound pictures to put in there, I smiled. Because every time I see it I feel giddy like Christmas morning.
Your daddy and I hit the baby store on Saturday night. I’m sorry if you never get to crawl or walk. I’m sorry you will be perched in your swing for the duration of your childhood because your father thinks we need every. single. thing in the store. Um, our house is not THAT big. It will be a fort o’ baby gear with tunnels. I guess you could still crawl through those.
He wants everything and two of some. He just wants everything for you. As do I. We love you so much already.
So far you are a very funny Baby. It doesn’t surprise me based on your genes but can we tell the readers what you did to me last week?
First let’s say that if there was one thing that your momma ain’t eva gonna eat…guess what it is?
HOTDOGS. Can I just say ew. gross. puke. never!
But last Tuesday all I could think about was hotdogs.
And then on Wednesday when I walked out of my office and saw Sean devouring TWO chili dogs, my eyes lit up like I was stranded on a deserted island and my ship just sailed in…..to whisk me away to chili dog land.
“Where did you get those?” Cue drooling.
“The gas station.” I wasn’t even grossed out at the thought that he got those two lips and asshole sticks from a GAS STATION and off of a rolling metallic bacteria infected dog cooker. All I could think about was sinking my teeth into one of them.
I told your daddy and he laughed. I told your Uncle Mike….more laughter. I told my friends….one of them MAY still be passed out cold. This is how much I do not like hotdogs and have shared my dislike with other people.
On Friday I finally ate one. I fooled you though Baby because I made a turkey chili dog, but quite honestly after all the chili, cheese, relish, mustard and ketchup I could barely tell the dog was there. And I ate two of them!
It was delicious. Seriously. I mean your dad ate 7 of them. Oh, I’m also sorry if you rarely get to eat because your daddy eats so much. If you are a girl, we will despise him together for his ability to eat 7 hotdogs and not see it on his hips the next day. If you are a boy, then I’ll be really skinny as you two will eat me out of house and home I’m sure.
What are we craving next Baby? Because so far you have me eating and drinking things that are not in my usual diet. Last night I drank a glass of milk. A plain old glass of milk. My old non prego self says, “why am I pouring this?” as I watch the silky white substance fill the glass…..but my new prego self slams the empty glass down and says, “damn that was tasty!” as I lick off my milk mustache with complete satisfaction.
I guess I’m up for anything at this point.
How about a big juicy cheeseburger off of the grill? Oh, we are going to have a fun summer!
Love,
Mommy
4 Comments
February 26, 2008 at 5:26 pm
Hot dogs from a GAS STATION?? Oh my. I’m glad you went home and made a turkey dog instead. I’ll admit to finding hot dogs tasty about twice a year (usually over the fire, while camping), but I think I draw the line at the ones rotating in the greasy bin at a gas station.
February 26, 2008 at 5:44 pm
Have been reading lots and commenting little. Just wanted to tell you that these letters to Baby are so totally cool and awesome and make me all warm and fuzzy.
Yay!
February 26, 2008 at 6:36 pm
These letters are just adorable. Love them!
February 28, 2008 at 6:57 pm
Love it!
I ate a hot dog for dinner last night.