9 Week Letter to Little Baby F

Dear little baby F,

You are almost ten weeks old, that is a quarter of the way to your supposed birthday. I am not counting on you coming at 40 weeks however because according to my grandmother, who you will absolutely love, she was pregnant for 12 months. Also, your cousin decided that he would like to stay inside his whom with a view for a few weeks extra before he braved this world, when you meet your aunts and uncles that will just smother you with love you will probably understand the motive behind staying in a little bit longer. I haven't seen you yet, or even heard you, as a matter of fact the only thing keeping me knowing that you are in there is my constant need to blink my tired burning eyes. This week I was hit with a new gift given to me by you, an emotional roller coaster that is sure to rival the worlds craziest coaster. It all started when the mean Russian woman at Costco told me that they only accept cash at their hotdog stand and your mama only carries cards, you had been begging me for a hotdog for a couple of weeks and she kept me from fulfilling that need. I almost burst into tears but I kept my composure by hiding behind the bulk toilet paper I had just picked up. You finally got me with the emotions after I found out that the post office had lost my fetal doppler, I had been waiting for a whole week and I just wanted to try to hear your little heartbeat to give me some reassurance that you were ok and happy in there. I only have one more week until I finally get to see you so I can hold out. I am going to make you a promise Little Baby F, if you keep this no morning sickness thing up, I'll keep up with the feeding you whatever you are wanting. Ask me for a hotdog if we have a deal.

Love,
Your Mama

9 Weeks +

I am just over 9 weeks and my baby has reached the size of a green olive! I can't believe how just a few weeks ago it was the size of a poppy seed. Little Baby F is hardly giving me any problems, no hugging the toilet, no boobs that feel like they have been mashed with a meat grinder, no congestion so bad that even breathing through my mouth is difficult. As a matter of fact the only real symptoms I have are feeling so exhausted that I am convinced I ran the Boston half marathon in my sleep... twice, and also the headaches that you get while growing a tiny human are out of this world painful. I will take my couple of symptoms gratefully however because feeling like there is a jackhammer in my head is much better than locking lips with a toilet more than my husband. In my family we have these little paper dolls that represent each of us and every week my cute little sister changes the picture on my belly to match the size of Little Baby F. Meet baby olive...