Down to It

Am finally getting on the task of record-keeping for the baby-to-be.  Here is the beginning!

 

July 7, 2008

 

Dear Xxxxxx,

 

I think that’s what we’ll name you.  I’ve meant for a long time to sit down and keep track of my pregnancy with you, but for one reason or another time has gotten the better of me.

 

I’m sorry to have let it slide for so long, but I’ll try to catch you up.  The previous months were relatively uneventful – if you call endless excitement and anticipation for you “uneventful”.  Nausea was okay, not fun but okay, and there was a slight bleeding episode at 9 weeks which landed your Dad and me in the emergency room with a very annoying doctor attending.  But you’ve stuck around!

 

So we’ll begin the diary at xx weeks.  It’s better late than never.  I’ve really wanted to put things down for you.  I want you to be able to read this and have an awareness that the world, and time, and people move along a continuum on which you are about to appear for a while.  As I write this, you are gestating sweetly in my womb, while billions of people are breathing, eating, sleeping, rejoicing, crying, laughing, singing, working, resting and probably more than a few are making the babies you’ll grow up to love, hate, read about and hang out with.  Someone right now is digging a hole, riding a donkey, planting a field, needing a meal, losing a loved one or birthing a life.  So much is happening as you sleep inside… much has come before and much will go after.

 

(I remember being a tiny child without the ability to grasp the concept of the world existing without me.  My sisters and I crowded my father’s knees one afternoon and asked where he had just come home from.  “Golf,” he said.  “I used to play a lot of golf before you were born.”

 

Before I was born was a concept entirely foreign to me.  I could not wrap my mind around it and was as utterly confounded as any three-year-old could be.  What the hell was he talking about?  “I’ve always been here!” I protested.) 

 

It is my hope that you will grow up to recognize this continuum and to effortlessly, without force or strain, find your place within it and effect its flow in a positive way.  It is my hope that the person you are emerges with all her beauty and passion and courage to leave the world and those you love better for having known you.  This is my wish for you.  May you be fully realized and driven by your own true joy – whatever that may be.

 

We can’t wait to see you!

 

Love,

Mom and Dad