Dear Little Bean,
Today Is October 4, 2009. According to the nice doctors, you are due to arrive on or about TODAY. You, on the other hand, seem to have NO interest in this. Even though you gave me a couple of nice rounds of teaser contractions last week, you are still nestled snuggly in my belly. And you don't seem too inclined to change those accomodations any time soon.
See, Little Bean, this is where I am begining to have an issue. I have been caring for you as best I can for the past 40 weeks. I've taken my vitamins, made all my doctor visits, taken lots of walks, had plenty of sleep and rest. I fall asleep looking at your empty cradle. I wake up looking at your empty cradle. This is causing a SEVERE lack of rest.
While this pregnancy has been extremely good to me (lost another two pounds, so I've only "gained" 5...), I'm getting a little tired. My belly muscles are sore. My back is sore. Its difficult to get up from the couch, and painful to roll over at night. I get nervous when I don't feel you move, then try to breathe when you decide it's time for Dance Party USA inside my belly. I'm probably the only woman in history that looks forward to making the doctor give her an internal exam each week. Just to see if there has been any progress made.
Another thing, Little Bean. Now when a million people ask me each day "when are you due??" I will say "today" or "yesterday" or "two freaking weeks ago" (depending on your stubborn-ness). THIS will cause longer conversations with cashiers and bank tellers and waitresses and the lady at the post office. I'm not really in the mood for long conversations with people I don't know. Because then they ask "what are you having?", and I want to tell them "a flippin' human being, obviously". And then they will ask "have you chosen a name yet?", and I will tell them "no". Then they will look at me incrediously, as if I am really just keeping a giant secret from them. Oy.
I would rather spend my days with you, snuggling for a nap and bathing your tiny parts and watching our family grow and change. I want you to meet your dad, who has no idea how his life is about to change forever. I want you to meet your brother, who is the sweetest thing in the entire world, and has been taking good care of both of us. I want you to meet your Nan and Gramp, and your Vovo and Vavo. I want you to meet all the family and friends that have gathered around us to show their love and support over the past years and months.
You are safe and comfortable and warm right now, Little Bean, but you have no idea what is waiting for you out here. Give your mom a little break and let me hold you in my arms, instead of rubbing you through my belly. Let me give you little kisses on your cheeks and nose and little toes instead of day dreaming about you. Let me see what all the hopes and dreams we have put into you have produced.
Little Bean, we love you and can't wait to meet you.
Love, Your Mama