As I enter my 3rd trimester, I decided to really think back to how this all started. About a year ago in July at our Folly Beach vacation, my husband planted a seed. We were on the beach watching a family. A little baby was resting her head on her daddy's shoulder as he read a book and her other siblings ran around building sandcastles. The hubs turned to me and said it was time to think about our family. We had only been married a year and not in the best of places to even thing about starting. The hubs was looking for a full time gig and we hated our townhouse in the middle of rednecks - and not the nice kind. We are talking about the ones that sell meth and have their rugrats throw basketballs at your car out of spite.
Fast forward to 2010. The hubs found a great job right around Christmas time. We sold our townhouse in February and moved on Valentines Day - best gift ever was getting movers vs. flowers. We moved into a rental in the middle of the city next door to some wonderful neighbors. We reduced our debt and started saving. Everything was coming together. And so we knew that even though there isn't a perfect time to start a family, that we were as close as we would ever be.
Sometime in April, we got the best and scariest news ever. Baby M would be arriving in December. I have to say that I freaked out but both of us were over the moon. And that was when things got rough. My first trimester was horrible. The hubs thought I was dying. We had two trips to the ER and I has a tough time keeping food/beverages down. I even had an extended stay with the in-laws for about a week to get my feet back on the ground. I hated every minute of being sick. I felt bad for hating it knowing that some people don't ever get to this point and would kill to be sick everyday if it meant having a baby. So I felt guilty. I just wanted to be excited again like the day we found out we were expecting.
It took some time, but after finding the right medicine, I rolled into my second trimester without being so sick. And as I approached 20 weeks, things got really good. I had more energy. I started feeling the beginnings of little kicks or thumps. I learned that a body pillow is key for a good nights rest. And drinking too much water before bedtime isn't a great idea if you don't want to pee in the middle of the night. But most of all, that maternity pants are almost like wearing sweatpants and I puffy heart them.
Now I'm entered my third trimester and even if it isn't comfortable, it is horrible. The worry of being someones mom is starting to scare me, but I'm cooping. I'm looking forward to our child-prep classes and reading more about raising a healthy kid. I look forward to calling my sister-in-laws with questions they can answer from raising their kids. And I know I am happy to think about the future of our child once it arrives.
Dearest little bean,
Thank you for teaching me to be patient. Even if you are in there kicking your mama, I know you are the best little thing that could have happened to us. I love you making me crave cereal for every meal even if your daddy is tired of us always being out of milk. I also can't wait for you to get here so we can find out if you are a little boy or girl. Regardless of what you may be, your daddy and I hope you will be healthy and happy - - oh, and cheer for the Lakers. :) We love you very much little one and cant' wait to meet you in a few more months.
Love,
Your Mom
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