Sweet Kicks (20 Weeks)

Princess, you are finally kicking Mommy and I have never been happier about it. Who would have guessed that your itty bitty kicks would make me so happy?  I smile every time I feel your little flicker right under my belly button. Daddy puts his head right against my belly in hopes of feeling or hearing something. He can’t feel them yet, but I am waiting for the day when you kick him in the ear! J

I like to spend my morning drive to work with the music off just talking to you and to God (mostly about you). I keep hoping you’ll kick me in response to one of the many questions I ask you, but so far I have had to just assume you are happy with our conversations and the answers I make up for you.

Princess Nugget

Dear Princess Nugget!!

That’s right, we just found out that you are precious little GIRL! Your nickname has now been upgraded to Princess Nugget because daddy things I am already spoiling you! Mommy was so excited to hear that you are a little girl; I can’t wait to hug you and hold you and dress you in ruffles and bows! We can have girls days, go shopping and get pedicures! Daddy is also excited, but he is a little nervous too, he is already worried about you dating (which he says won’t happen until you are 25). J Don’t worry, I’m sure within minutes you’ll have him wrapped around your tiny finger.

Speaking of fingers, we got to see more pictures of you at the Doctors office, we saw your hands and feet, little nose and cute profile. We even counted five fingers and five toes!

After the doctors appointment Mom and Dad went to a nice lunch to celebrate and then went to the mall! I got you to sweet little outfits and Daddy got you a pink polo and sweater. We can’t wait to put you in these; I know you are going to be so beautiful!

Can you hear us?

Daddy has been telling you he loves you every day, which is really sweet to see, but I wonder what you hear. Doe it sound like the garbled talking you hear when you are under water in the swimming pool?

It's Official, I'm a Mom

My precious Nugget, the day has come when I have entered the worrying mind set of a mom. I use to think your grandma was crazy when she would whip her full arm across me when she had to slam on the breaks in the car, I have just now realized that she couldn’t help this reaction that mom’s are programmed to worry about and protect their children. Apparently you don’t have to be born for my worrying to begin, I worry that you will be healthy and happy, I worry you will hate me, I worry about who you will pick as friends, I even worry about you driving!

This morning was a stereotypical pregnant mommy morning. First, I frantically tried every pair of pants on that I own before realizing it may be time to give into the dreaded world of maternity clothing. You are making mommy’s behind and hips grow in ways she never expected.  Then, on my drive into work I passed a horrible accident. I don’t know what came over me, maybe it’s the ridiculous level of hormones in my body, but I started crying hysterically. It made me realize how out of control I am of your safety in this world; all I could do was say a prayer for the people in the accident and for you. I wonder if God has a quota on how much you can pray for your children, I’m afraid I may hit it before you are even born!

Mommy Math

Dear Nugget,

You have finally let Mommy get somewhat back to normal life. Last weekend was the first weekend I did anything more than watch movies in a month. Daddy took Mommy out in his brand new big boy truck, and just so you know when your Father is whining about all the items that you will need even for a short car trip, he promised that since Mommy didn’t get much input on the vehicle choice that he would be the one climbing in and out of this monster with your car seat and loads of baby paraphernalia. Anyways, one of the places we visited was the gym and as soon as Daddy witnessed my impressive free-throw and dribbling, he established that he would be the one to teach you how to throw! He also added that he would be teaching you math, I don’t’ know why, I’m not so bad at that.

Speaking of math, I have some Mommy math I would like to share with you. Every day I think about you for at least 56 minutes (in reality I think about you a lot more… I think about staring at your sweet little face and holding your tiny little hand), you see, Mommy has determined that she is spending at least  56 minutes a day in the bathroom as a result of you growing inside of me.

Twice while getting up and getting ready, six times during work hours, three times before bed, and the fun ones… three times in the middle of the night.  This totals 14 trips to the bathroom a day, averaging 4 minutes a trip which equals 56 minutes… and Daddy says I can’t do math!

From the Beginning

Dear Nugget,

You may wonder why you are called Nugget, well, when you were just any itty bitty cell in Mommy’s tummy Daddy kept calling you a he or a she, so we needed a unisex name for when we talk about you (which happens a lot). Daddy picked Nugget, because it is what him and Mr. Russell use to call babies. Don’t worry; Mommy will have more input in your “real” name!

Well, it all started early in 2010. Mommy and Daddy went on a fantastic ski trip to Whistler. Mommy just felt like something was different; she was skiing like a beginner very timid and scared of falling. Daddy, on the other hand, had no trouble being adventurous, I’ve included a picture of him searching for his ski in the powder, you’ll have to ask him to tell you that story one day. It wasn’t until we returned home from our trip that Mommy knew something was really different, she made a yummy chicken parmesan dinner and spit out the first bit. I called Daddy and told him he need to taste the chicken to see if it was bad, he did and he ate all of it, so it turns out it was just the first of many food aversions for Mommy.