35 Weeks: Home stretch!
October 01, 2012

Dear Baby,

In an ideal world, you and I will only share my body for another three to seven weeks.  Half of the time, I reflect upon this and think “Wow!  Really?  Only three to seven more weeks?  Time flies!”

The other half of the time, I reflect upon this and think “My back hurts.  I’m hungry.  My feet are swollen.  I’m constipated.  Again.  Please please please do not stay in there for seven more weeks.”

What can I say?  Pregnancy makes for a very fickle mother.

There have been some really cool things going on around here lately in preparation for you.

First of all, your father is taking this week off from work and our plan is basically to tidy the house, prepare food for the first couple postpartum weeks, finish the little projects that are still undone, and make as much headway on the yard as possible before your arrival.

The food preparation has been the area of life that has most stressed me out about welcoming a new child into our lives and I am very much looking forward to having it done.  When I remember the early weeks with your sister, what I really remember is an overwhelming sense of hunger - and a frustration at the lack of prepared food for me to eat.  I have been worried since, oh, the first week of March about experiencing this again, have fretted about it constantly, and even asked your Aunt R to organize a meal train instead of a baby shower to help prevent it.  In the end, however, we decided to save the meal train until springtime when we accept a foster-adoptive placement of a toddler while simultaneously managing a preschooler and an infant.  Something tells me we’re going to need the food support a little more THEN than we will NOW.  Still, I think that the measures we’re taking now to stock up are going to help immensely after your birth.

Nothing makes your momma feel more prepared for a baby than a clean home, a full fridge, and no loose ends to worry about.  Or at least as few loose ends as possible to worry about.

Secondly, your father started a joke with your sister that if you are a boy we would name you Aardvark or Fiddlehead and if you are a girl we would name you Rutabaga or Salamander.  Charlotte ADORES this game and has been going around telling everyone that when you are born, she is going to name you Rutabaga.

Unless she names you Evelyn first.  But probably just Rutabaga.  It is cuteness incarnate.  I cannot wait to see the (creative, I’m sure!) shenanigans you two get up to together in a few years.

Third, some women in my mom group pitched in together and purchased a BEAUTIFUL woven wrap for us.  My dream wrap, really.  It was an incredible surprise and I cannot WAIT to wear you in it.  Your Aunt L is tying the knot in a few weeks and I hope so very much that you are born before then because I have an inexplicable desire to show up at that wedding with an infant snoozing away in that wrap.

The part where the wrap doesn’t actually match any of the dresses that would fit me immediately postpartum never factors into this daydream, though.  So.  There’s that.

At any rate, it was a phenomenal surprise and for some reason it kicked me into high-gear excitement about your arrival.

In pregnancy news, you are growing perfectly.  I am still about ten pounds smaller with you than I was with Charlotte and you are still much more active in utero than she was.  You are positioned well and have been slowly dropping over the past week.  I am craving steak, your father’s fruit leather, kidney beans, and frozen raspberries.  Frozen foods – raspberries, strawberries, sweet corn, ice chips, etc. – have been especially irresistible to me during this pregnancy.  I have always preferred cold foods to warm foods and have had a soft spot for frozen fruits and ice cubes and fruit popsicles, but this pregnancy with these heat waves have been a completely new ball game.  I eat frozen raspberries especially like nobody’s business.

Your father and I are also in the process of preparing a birth plan that we will present to our midwife at our next appointment.  And I am finally collecting the information that people who will be attending your birth might need, such as WHERE THIS NEWFANGLED BIRTH CENTER THINGMAJIG IS LOCATED.

I look forward to meeting you when you are ready to be born.  I want to memorize the smell of you, fall in love with you, hold you against my chest and feel our hearts beating in unison.  In the meantime, please do not rush to grow too quickly.  There are only three to seven more weeks of this time together alone.  Let’s savor them together, you and me.

Momma and Daddy

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  1. By on October 01, 2012

    What a beautiful letter .All of you look so healthy and happy. It makes me remember that very special time when the baby is just yours, no one else’s. Two people in their private world. Blessings on all of you. especially little Rutabaga

  2. By on October 01, 2012

    Oh goodness, that wrap is awesome!  Just wear a black cotton dress, and let the wrap and adorable baby be your accessories!

  3. By on October 01, 2012

    Dear Sarah,

    You are beautiful. :) And Charlotte. And Donald. And Rutabaga.

    That is all.





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