Dear Jorie,
This week, I am 30 weeks pregnant with you. About a week and a half ago, you gave us a big scare. I started having contractions and had to go to the hospital. Luckily the contractions died down and everything has been fine since then. I think you're as impatient to be born as we are to meet you, but you need to wait just a little longer!
You are certainly a mover and shaker now. And you're getting really strong! Your Dad still loves feeling when you kick, and he got to feel one of your new tricks the other day, where you push out against my tummy and then slide sideways.
I've been trying to be good with the Gestational Diabetes Diet, since it's not just my health at risk, although I've had a few days of high blood sugar. I saw the doctor today and she said my levels don't worry her, and you're measuring right on target (31 cm), so it looks like you're doing fine in there, even if it means I have to forgo Chocolate Cake >.<
The weather has turned cooler around here, so it looks like I'll still be spared the hottest days of summer while pregnant with you. Although it still seems like it will be plenty warm when you're born.
Your Dad and I have been slowly working on getting your Nursery together, although you won't be spending much time in there right away. Yesterday I organized and put away all the clothes we have for you already, we washed a giant load of baby clothes this weekend!
I've decided that I'm going to get belly photos taken, by your Aunt who is also an amazing photographer. We've talked about having a friend of the family do some Henna on my belly for the photo shoot. I think the photos will be an amazing keepsake of my pregnancy. I can't wait to show them to you when you're old enough to be amazed that you fit in my belly.
I can't wait to meet you baby girl. Only 10 more weeks to go!
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Wednesday, March 28th
Dear Jorie,
I am currently 28 weeks pregnant with you. You're getting very strong, kicking and moving around like a champ in there. You always seem to quiet down when your father puts his hand on my belly, which is both a good and bad thing. It's a good thing because I think he calms you, but it's a bad thing because when he does feel you kick, he gets the most amazed look on his face and goes "oh wow." Which always makes me smile.
Last week I found out that I have Gestational Diabetes, which basically means that my pancreas is getting tired doing all this work for both of us, and isn't functioning well. The good news was that nothing is hurting you about this, but it does mean that I need to watch my blood sugar and make sure I'm not giving you too much sweet stuff. If I'm not careful you'll get too big too fast, and have to come out early. Something you'll learn about me once you get to meet me is that your mother, she is not so fond of needles. Right now I have to take my own blood four times a day. I also have to eat a very strict diet of foods to keep my blood sugar even. And don't think I'll ever let you forget what I did for you ^_^
This past weekend you Father and I took a tour of the Maternity ward where you'll be born. It looks like a really nice place, and the staff there seem very nice and helpful. This past Monday, we started our prenatal classes. It's starting to get real that you're going to be born soon. Only 12 weeks to go!
I am currently 28 weeks pregnant with you. You're getting very strong, kicking and moving around like a champ in there. You always seem to quiet down when your father puts his hand on my belly, which is both a good and bad thing. It's a good thing because I think he calms you, but it's a bad thing because when he does feel you kick, he gets the most amazed look on his face and goes "oh wow." Which always makes me smile.
Last week I found out that I have Gestational Diabetes, which basically means that my pancreas is getting tired doing all this work for both of us, and isn't functioning well. The good news was that nothing is hurting you about this, but it does mean that I need to watch my blood sugar and make sure I'm not giving you too much sweet stuff. If I'm not careful you'll get too big too fast, and have to come out early. Something you'll learn about me once you get to meet me is that your mother, she is not so fond of needles. Right now I have to take my own blood four times a day. I also have to eat a very strict diet of foods to keep my blood sugar even. And don't think I'll ever let you forget what I did for you ^_^
This past weekend you Father and I took a tour of the Maternity ward where you'll be born. It looks like a really nice place, and the staff there seem very nice and helpful. This past Monday, we started our prenatal classes. It's starting to get real that you're going to be born soon. Only 12 weeks to go!
Thursday, March 15, 2012
First Letter
Dear Jorie,
This is my first letter to you. Right now I am 26 weeks pregnant with you.
I'm having a hard time deciding what to say to you. Right now you're mostly an idea. A blurry shape on an ultrasound, some occasionally uncomfortable nudges inside my belly. It's hard to believe that in a little over three months you will be an actual tiny human being.
I wonder what you'll be like. If how you're acting right now is any indication, your father and I are in for a lot of trouble. You like to kick me early in the morning, it's almost like you're trying to get me up out of bed because you're hungry.
Sometimes I think you're bored in there, so you just start pushing or kicking on whatever is in front of you trying to get out. Although I'm sure you don't even know there's an out to get to. Even if you do, I'm sorry love, but you've got to stay in there a little while longer.
Out here waiting for you, you have a dog, named Mojo, and a cat, named Puck. Just the other day, you tried to say hello to Mojo. He seemed rather put off by your poking him in the nose. Puck, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice much when you were poking him the last time he was sitting on my tummy.
Your Father gets a huge smile on his face every time he gets to feel you kick. He likes to put his head in my lap and talk to you, although he never knows what to say. Most of the time, he ends up just going "Hellooooooo in there." Your father is a goofy guy.
We love you already.
This is my first letter to you. Right now I am 26 weeks pregnant with you.
I'm having a hard time deciding what to say to you. Right now you're mostly an idea. A blurry shape on an ultrasound, some occasionally uncomfortable nudges inside my belly. It's hard to believe that in a little over three months you will be an actual tiny human being.
I wonder what you'll be like. If how you're acting right now is any indication, your father and I are in for a lot of trouble. You like to kick me early in the morning, it's almost like you're trying to get me up out of bed because you're hungry.
Sometimes I think you're bored in there, so you just start pushing or kicking on whatever is in front of you trying to get out. Although I'm sure you don't even know there's an out to get to. Even if you do, I'm sorry love, but you've got to stay in there a little while longer.
Out here waiting for you, you have a dog, named Mojo, and a cat, named Puck. Just the other day, you tried to say hello to Mojo. He seemed rather put off by your poking him in the nose. Puck, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice much when you were poking him the last time he was sitting on my tummy.
Your Father gets a huge smile on his face every time he gets to feel you kick. He likes to put his head in my lap and talk to you, although he never knows what to say. Most of the time, he ends up just going "Hellooooooo in there." Your father is a goofy guy.
We love you already.
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