Baby Letter #5– July

Time for July’s letter, #5, and telling our first child about his/her heritage. The letters are starting to creep up in word count, as I feel a slight pressure to hurry and say anything I want our little bit to know before the big October birthday.

 

Baby Letter– July

Hello Nemo,

It is July now, and you and I are finishing up our second trimester. On the one hand, I am nervous to enter the third trimester because number two has been so fabulous to us, but on the other hand, I am dying to meet you and I honestly want the wait over as soon as possible.

You are 25 weeks in uterus age, and most days you are discontent with the size of my abdomen. You measure just over a foot long, and you are somewhere between 1.5 and 2 pounds. You kick, punch, and head butt me every hour to let me know that a little more room would be appreciated. You are absolutely killing me with rib pain.

Baby Letter #4– June

On to baby letter #4, which means that half of all the letters are now posted. I only have four more to post (two yet to be written) until our little bundle arrives in October.

 

Baby Letter– June

Hello Nemo,

We have officially made it halfway. You are 20 weeks in uterus age (I should mention that doctors call this “gestational age” but uterus age is just more fun). We are doing even better than last month, and compared to your first few weeks, Mom has very little to complain about.

I get tired if I stand for long periods of time, or do big bouts of walking, since we have 1.5x as much blood as I would normally have. All that blood pools in my legs and makes them feel like heavy logs. You make my ribs hurt terribly, especially at night, as you rearrange everything in my abdomen.

Baby Letter #3– May

Time for another baby letter! This is the third letter that I have written to our child, debuting this fall. Letter one and two are down the page.

Baby Letter– May

Hello Nemo,

It’s May, we are officially in our second trimester, and I am no longer tempted to mutter hexes at you while I cling to my puke bucket. The clouds parted, the sun is shining on us, and it is wonderful!

My nausea disappeared almost completely around week 14 or 15. While some things still get to me—bumpy car rides, the smell of the detergent aisle in the grocery—my queasiness is now much rarer. Much, much rarer. I am a person again, and fairly competent at getting through an average day.