This Week We Became a Fetus

Dear Sprout,

Baby, we trudged through this past week with a lot of stomach upset and some low morale. The good news is that this week, you are officially a fetus about the size of a green olive. The idea of that somehow really creeps me out. You are so small and so alive and just hanging out in there.

We spent the week still looking for a place to bring you home to. We've run into quite a few snags mostly involving budget, location, and my past.* We did seem to find a place and we're still waiting for the final word, but it should be nice and safe and out of our budget. You can thank your nana for that. (The place to live, not the out of our budget part. We handled that all on our own, thanks.)

This week has been a tiring one. I promise you, we will sleep on Sunday. While the corned beef is in the crockpot for dinner, you and me and the furnace dog will take a long, leisurely nap.

We've been doing pretty good with the eating (minus last night's All-American Jack... I couldn't help myself). I have been increasingly craving meat of all sorts. Breakfast, lunch, dinner... I want protein. The walk to and from work downtown goes past steak places and a BBQ place and the simple smell of that charred flesh sends me into absolute hunger pangs complete with salivation. Hopefully, this means we won't have any anemia issues later on down the road.

We did find out that I am a carrier of cystic fibrosis. I have to say, for some reason, I am just really not overly concerned. I guess I should be, but for you to have cystic fibrosis both your father and I would have to be carriers, and even then it's only a 25% chance. And kid, you have overcome a lot of odds (namely a Nuvaring) and I just have a deep down gut feeling, you'll beat these odds, too. We're going to get your dad tested so we can be prepared, just in case.

I know it's still too early, but a part of me can't wait to get your bedroom set up. We're going to have it set up so that your nini can come stay a month with us after you make your debut. We are so looking forward to her visit. We know we are going to need all hands on deck to get us prepared for your arrival and for getting used to life with three.

Next week makes 10 weeks and the halfway point until the big ultrasound. We have our next doctor's appointment at 11 weeks and I'm hopeful we will have nothing but good news and maybe even get to hear your heartbeat or see you again.

I don't know how people can't stand to wait so long to meet their babies. I am completely unable to contain myself when I start to wonder who you are going to be.

We look so forward to meeting you, kiddo.

All of my love,
Your mama

*I promise you kid, I will always be a champion you for you. I want you to be a strong person who is always able to stand up for themselves and to recognize a hurtful person. I will always make sure you understand your own self-worth and I will fight like hell to make sure no one ever takes advantage of you or disrespects you. It will be the fight of my life and I am privileged to be able to do it for you.