Hi Blog Friends,
I hope you called your fathers/sent a card, yes? If not, get on that. Moving on…
Dear Baby Girl (someday you will have a name…I swear!),
I still find it hard to believe that next year we will be on the receiving end of these holidays. Maybe that doesn’t seem like such a mind warp to you because you are still months from being born. And if what everyone days is true, next year around Mother’s/Father’s day time, we’ll be so tired, we’ll be lucky to remember that it’s Sunday – let alone some sort of special holiday for sleep-deprived parents.
I was gushing on Skype yesterday with my parents. You know how all parents think that their babies are the best/brightest/funniest/least eggplant-looking babies ever?! I already
know think that about ours. You move all the time. Like me, you love good food, watching Scrubs, blogging, and yoga class. (Did I mention I finally returned last week? That’s what all that twisting was.)
All the doctors we see comment that you’re fast and wiggly. And of course, when they say that I just know they are telling me that some day you’re going to do something awesome like find a cure for cancer, publish a book of poetry, run for president, or find a better alternative fuel. But, hey, no pressure!
What a change from two years ago! Two years ago, I was about to find that I had a brain tumor that would change my life forever. After that, I was convinced that my life was over. Little did I know that things were in a state of rapid flux and my life, like caterpillar, was about to emerge from its cocoon into something beautiful that I had worked hard to obtain. Photo Credit
Things have been going well for me and feel like they are finally coming together. It’s strange how I spent a good chunk of my early 20′s trying to “find myself” and now I don’t know why I thought that was so important to begin with. Maybe someday you’ll announce that you are taking off for faraway lands unknown and I’ll get to do that annoying thing that parents do and nod my head knowingly – understanding that you can’t chase yourself, it just happens when you are ready.
You’ll already have the advantage of being from two distinct cultures and languages. Will your first words be in English or Spanish? Everyone keeps asking. How embarrassing will it be when your Spanish becomes better than mine? Photo Credit
Oh, and FYI, when I was so sick during the beginning of my pregnancy we started taking away your privileges. As it stands, you can never use Facebook and you can’t date until you are 18. I hope that’s not a problem. Your father argued on your behalf and I acquiesced that you can still use Twitter (with the little lock). You’re welcome.
How insane is it to think that in November, we will meet? I’m sure you won’t be happy about it. I might not be, either. I’m still figuring out how this giving birth thing is going to going to go down. I hope you don’t mind if I keep the details to myself, and someday when you ask, flip on The Discovery Channel and leave the room. Deal?