Sweet Little Liam,
Right now you’re laying quietly somewhere in your little bubble-home (AKA my uterus), but I’m sure you’ll be up soon since I just finished eating a fruit cup. From what I’ve read you’re about 11 inches long now and you weigh about a pound! A whole pound! You’re about half as long and 1/8 the weight that you will be when we’ll finally be able to meet you. Daddy and I are really starting to get anxious. I lay in bed and hold you (my belly) imagining what it’s going to be like when you’re here. When I get to hold you and see your little fingers and your little toes. When I get to kiss your head and tickle your belly.
You already have so many admirers. People who touch you (my belly) and talk to you. And not that I’m trying to rush you or anything, but we’re all pretty much ready to meet you. But if you think about it, 18 weeks really isn’t that long. That’s a little over four months. So enjoy the warmth and comfort of being in there because once you’re out, you’re out. Then you have to deal with all the groupies you’ve acquired, including Grandma Tina. She’s about two seconds away from writing bestseller about you and being the president of your fan club. She’s got front row seats to your birth and backstage passes to the rest of your life. Get ready, that’s a whole lot of Grandma Tina. :)
But anyways, I am going to go get ready to hang out with your second biggest fan, Aunt Paige.
I love you so much, little man. You’re hands-down the best thing that has ever happened to me, already. And I won’t ever let you forget that.
Love, Mommy.
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4 months ago)
January 5th, 2012
This year I’m going to become a mother! Holy smokes. I am in awe of the aspect and that God has entrusted the task to me. I know without Him I will fail, but with Him I am going to be one heck of a mom. I can’t wait to touch my son’s face, to kiss it.
How amazing is it that we women can create life with no thought. That our bodies give and take automatically, making child-bearing as automatic as breathing or blinking. Not that I’m saying it’s easy. There’s nothing easy about carrying a human being, let alone giving birth. I’m just saying it’s second nature to our bodies, even when it’s the first time it’s ever happened to you. God really went out of His way when He created us.
Anyhow, I am now over the hump of my pregnancy. 21 weeks and 3 days down, 18 weeks and 4 days to go! On the home stretch. I’m anxious, so anxious. I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like when I’m 38ish weeks along and I’m holding my breath each and everyday, waiting for him. I’m sure if you could sit down with Matthew and ask him how I react in a situation that requires a lot of patience, he would tell you that react isn’t the word he would use to describe what happens. He might even draw you a picture of a mushroom cloud over a city, or a volcano erupting. Then he might end with a statement something like, “Brittney is not patient.” And he wouldn’t be exaggerating. So I think I’m going to be needing a lot of prayer in the last month of my pregnancy.
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4 months ago)
December 30th, 2011
It’s crazy to think this time last year Matthew and I were so excited to get our own place and get out of our parents’, and this year we’re moving back in. But, as sad as it sounds, I’m actually a little excited. We’re going to be able to save, I’m going to be able to take the 12 weeks of maternity leave I want, instead of just 6, and we’re going to be able to focus on our credit so that hopefully our next step will be buying our own house! Anywho, on to Liam! He’s been so active that my mom and my sister have gotten to feel him move. It’s been amazing to watch our families get attached to him. When we talk about him you can hear the love in people’s voices. Even my sisters’! I can’t wait to see her holding him…
Seriously, Liam, dude, nothing can keep me down since you came along.
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5 months ago)
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Today is a good day! It’s Christmas Eve, it’s snowing, I have a short 4 hour shift, and Matthew felt the baby move! It was seriously one of the biggest kicks I’VE ever felt, like they KNEW their daddy wanted to feel them. Matthew was ecstatic. :) Can’t wait for more of those moments. Also, less than 24 hours until I get to tell everyone who I’m carrying! But who’s counting, right?
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5 months ago)
November 2011
So as you know I’m way behind on the “pregnancy journal” idea. I will now attempt to remember the events of an entire month to catch us up to today (December 21st, 2011). Which is, by the way, the day before we find out who is growing in my belly!
Shall I begin? November consisted of pregnancy week 12-16. My morning sickness was subsiding, the holidays were coming, and my belly was starting to grow (not that anyone besides Matthew and I could tell). I was showered with comments like “You’re how many weeks? Where’s your belly?” and “God, you can’t even tell!”. At first I was flattered! But I’m sure any pregnant woman, or previously pregnant woman, will tell you that questions of this nature get old, fast. I also got a lot of “How’s the baby?!”. Which is THE SINGLE MOST ANNOYING QUESTION EVER. I’m 13 weeks along, I’m sick, I’m tired, I can’t feel the baby, I can barely find the heartbeat on my home doppler, and I’m not showing, so your guess as to how the baby is doing is as good as mine!
I remember relaying my contempt of questions like this to a coworker of mine Wendell Bryant who not long after Thanksgiving passed unexpectedly leaving the entire restaurant in shock and denial. We still miss the crap out of you, Wendell! Anyways, after listening to me rant about my petty pregnancy annoyances he would always go out of his way to ask me totally off the wall questions. Well, they weren’t totally off the wall, but when you hear “How are you feeling?!?!?!?!” a dozen times a day, a question like “How is Matthew?!” will take you by surprise. I loved that…
Well Thanksgiving came and went, and the thing I was most thankful for was my appetite! It had returned and was in full swing just in time for my back-to-back Thanksgivings! God, I’ve never appreciated a Thanksgiving like I did this one.
A few days after Thanksgiving was my 16 week doctors’ appointment. Which was normal and all the specifics would probably bore you, but we did find out that I was 2/5ths of the way through and three pounds lighter than I was at the beginning of my pregnancy. Weird. But cool since the baby was obviously getting what he/she needed and growing! Dr. Fine wasn’t worried, so I wasn’t worried.
Then we scheduled our appointment for the anatomy scan! Weee! I’m so excited I could pee. In fact, I’m sitting here writing this, trying to pass time until I get sleepy enough to fall asleep and not lay in bed torturing myself with anxiousness. But yeah, tomorrow for me is Christmas. We plan on surprising our families (minus my sister because I wanted her to be there at the ultrasound) on Christmas with a picture of the ultrasound framed in either pink or blue. CAN’T WAIT! But because just about everyone in the world, including my mom, Matthew’s mom, and all three of Matthew’s siblings have Facebooks we won’t be announcing it until after the holidays. So don’t get offended if I don’t. And don’t get offended if I work with you and won’t tell you either. I can’t risk it getting back to Lindsay. I would be so upset if I found out later that she knew because someone didn’t keep a secret.
Wow, I got ahead of myself. Well not really, I guess. Seeing how the whole month of December has just been focused on trying to pass time to get to the gender scan! BUT! I have been feeling the baby since about the beginning of the month. First, it started out as little, almost barely noticeable, pops. Like popcorn, or bubbles popping. Then (and now), it’s small jabs and pokes and occasionally I can feel our baby rolling around and dancing in there. SO FREAKING COOL. I told Matthew I feel genuinely bad for men because they never get to expierence pregnancy. I’m sure I’ll be singing a different tune during labor and delivery, but for now I just feel sorry for them. Seriously, having this baby wiggling around in is the coolest feeling EVER.
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5 months ago)
