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| Yikes, look a little "fluffier in that profile view verses the head-on shot! Happy St. Patrick's Day! |
Sometimes your mother gets a little carried away with the holidays. And I don’t mean just your standard Christmas/Easter/Thanksgiving/Independence Day. I mean… every holiday. You are sure to reap the benefits of this when you are born, as I always have cause for celebration. And—my friends can vouch—I can always supply anyone with proper holiday attire or décor in an emergency situation.
The above is the outfit that I wore to work today. Your father sometimes encourages my behavior and other times rolls his eyes. He bought me these green socks a couple weeks ago because he knew I would love them, however when he saw me this morning he grunted, “I meant for you to wear those around the house, not to work.”
I responded, “Well, you should have known me better than
that.”
Clearly you are already inheriting your mother’s penchant
for holiday festivities as today you are the size of a green lime. Well timed my dear, well timed. Next St. Patrick’s Day
you will be roughly six months old, which is probably not old enough to make a leprechaun
trap, so we may have to wait until 2018 for that (Tony insists that making leprechaun
traps is a “Maine thing,” as he labels anything odd that I do as such, but I am
convinced that this is a celebrated St. Patrick’s Day tradition).
Yesterday we had my (or your?) 12 week appointment. This
appointment was somewhat intimidating as apparently the 12 week appointment is
infamous for being the “blood test appointment.” For as much as your mother
loves holidays, I hate having my
blood taken. Of course I will do it for you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get
queasy and faint in the process.
When I arrived at the doctor’s office, I was given
approximately ten stickers with my name, date of birth, and other various forms
of identification listed and I said to the receptionist, “Wow, that’s a lot of
stickers.” I kind of laughed about it, but then it dawned on me what they were
for… blood vial labels. Shit. How did
I not see that one coming? The receptionist laughed at me when she saw the look
of realization wash across my face.
Anyway, I sat there and looked away while they took my blood
and the lady told me to sing a song in my head. Of course the only song that came to my head at the
moment was, “wheels on the bus,” so I was stuck with that annoying tune in my
head while in an already unpleasant situation. I don’t think I will be teaching
you that one.
In hindsight, the blood draw really wasn’t a big deal when
compared to the big picture of things. I got to see you again up on the
ultrasound screen, and—again—you got bigger!!
I know that’s what is supposed to happen, but it still blows my mind every
time. Your arms and legs are now more defined and I could even see little tiny
clenched fists. You were moving around like a maniac (which sounds about right,
if you are my child), and the OB had a hard time getting some still images. The
ones that she managed to take are fascinating though. I couldn’t stop staring
at them the rest of the day. You’re awful busy in there, and I love it.
So here we are, 12 weeks down and 1 week to go in the
first trimester! Time is flying!
Love,
Mom
There you are my little lucky charm! Check out your arms and legs! Grow baby, grow!
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