Dear Sprout,
Week 24! Another milestone! Without sounding too morbid, this is the time in which you officially become "viable." Your lungs are developed enough to give you a shot and the hospitals would do all they could to keep you around, if you decided it was time to come out.
Don't get any ideas. I am your mother and I say "NO!" quite emphatically. We want a fully baked baby.
We've got a busy month coming up, sprout; a lot of which has to do with you. You and I will be flying back to the Louisville area to meet your new cousin. Well, you won't be able to meet him yet, but I will and I can't wait! Your dad will meet up with us towards the end of our trip and we will have parties to celebrate you and your new life.
The end of next month brings us another kind of adventure, altogether. We haven't really told many people, though it seems word has spread pretty quickly. We decided for our family and for insurance purposes and because we just are ready, we're going to go ahead and get married.
We didn't tell a lot of people because we didn't want anyone to think that you were the reason behind it. Don't get me wrong, we want to be a unified family with you and for you, but that's not the reason we decided to do this. We could love each other and love you without a piece of paper and a shared last name-- and we would have, with gusto!
We chose to do this because we already knew this was what we wanted. There are benefits to it that make good fiscal sense. Not to mention, I finally get to call your dad my husband and make myself giggle, because, really? A husband? Who would have guessed!
Your timing was a coincidence. A wonderful, beautiful, amazing coincidence. And while we would have preferred a different day or month or year, I wouldn't change this experience for anything in the world. This is perfect as it is.
So this time next month, we'll be packing and heading to Las Vegas to have a fun, simple wedding with some of the people we love most in this world. We'll have a mini-vacation before you come along and keep us super busy.
Now to see if we can get the dress to fit around the belly.
Our marriage will always come first, before anything else. That sounds wrong, I suppose, but I do think it's the greatest gift we can give you-- growing up in a family that loves without limit and works it out when it's going all wrong.
Your activity level is picking up. I was just telling your father last night how good you were. You kick, spin, twist all day and anytime I sit down or eat, you pick up the pace. You have little nap periods in there but you are just so active all day, but at night, you relax and let me sleep.
As soon as I say something, you decide that night time is the right time to be with the one you love. Last night, every time I woke up for a bathroom break or to switch positions and get comfortable (which is no less than 100 times), you would start up the spinning and flipping. Sleep last night was a real chore.
I know I should keep my mouth shut when things are going good. I will never learn.
But just like the rest, I wouldn't change this, not for one second. (I do not include morning sickness in "the rest"- that I would change.)(And the hip pain... I would change that, too.)
We love you, little Baron. We love you so much.
Love,
Your mama
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