Dear Little One,
Today is the 1st of October, which means we have less than 4 months until we get to meet you. At the beginning of our pregnancy January felt so, so far away and now here we are, four months to go with a to-do list a mile long. Our goal for this coming month is to get your nursery painted.
Life has been busy and a bit stressful lately; last week in particular was a difficult one for your mama. Emotionally, physically, mentally, I was spent. Work is hectic right now and there is no sign of it letting up before the end of the year. One evening last week as your daddy and I sat at the dinner table I looked across at him with tears in my eyes and I told him that I hope the next few months aren’t as difficult as this week. I felt so down, so defeated, and getting out of the slump seemed nearly impossible. I don’t think it was any coincidence that that same evening I sat on the couch to relax and you started kicking. And I mean kicking. My tummy was moving all around and your daddy got to feel you kick for the first time. The tears that I had earlier in the night were gone and in their place was laughter as we watched you tumble around. You have been kicking and turning furiously since last week and each time you move I put my hand on my belly to feel you. I don’t want to miss a single movement.
Today we had our 23 week appointment and the doctor said you are growing nicely and measuring on target. He let your daddy be his assistant, having him find your heartbeat on the Doppler. As soon as he put the wand on my belly we heard your little heart thump, thump, thumping away at 162 beats per minute. I will never tire of hearing your heartbeat.
Even though we have 17 weeks left until we get to officially meet you, you are already filling our lives with joy. You turn the bad days into good ones and give me reason to keep trudging on. I love you little one, you are already the light of my life.