Easter Edition

When I asked your father to dress up, he said "This is dressed up!
I'm wearing a different gray t-shirt than normal!"
Sigh. Then he told me I looked like an Easter egg.
What I was actually going for was blue and pink for a boy or a girl.

Dear Baby,

Your mother is tired. This weekend was a busy one. We had our last Easter without you, but you were of course in our thoughts the entire time.

See? I wasn't kidding.
We even have the respective boy and girl chocolate bunny.

On Friday, we had another doctor appointment and this one was a screening test at the hospital. Everything with the test went well; you seem to be exactly where you need to be. The coolest part of it was that the hospital has a super high tech ultrasound machine, and the pictures of you were incredibly clear. We even got to see all of your organs and listen to your heart beat. It was like an x-ray within an x-ray. We saw your brain, and from what I can tell you are definitely going to be a genius. You are actually a week ahead of schedule in terms of growth which I didn’t really think too much about until your Aunt Joanne told me that your father was a nine pound baby, and your Uncle Bart was eleven pounds. God help me.

There you are, crazy clear! A 13-week baby the size of a 14-week baby!
The definition on your lips and nose blows me away more than anything.

On Saturday your father got into nesting mode taking care of a house project that has been eating away at him—replacing the bulkhead doors. After the winter storm, the old ones kind of caved in. We can’t have anything unsafe like that lurking around. Anyway he worked all day Saturday and the results were impressive. He is almost ready to join Grandpa Steve and Jimmy’s construction team.

There's Dad, proud of his weekend work!

Uncle Eli came over for Easter brunch today, and since he shares my affinity for holidays, we had an excellent time amusing ourselves while your father rolled his eyes and sighed. Uncle E turned our napkins into bunnies after some slick you-tubing and I turned our deviled eggs into baby chicks. It was just the three of us. I considered inviting friends, but I foresaw that the amount of time spent on the meal would eclipse my desire to shower or wear clothes other than a t-shirt and sweatpants. I was correct. We did not dress in our Sunday best for Easter brunch. I changed only much later for the weekly “bump” photo shoot. Priorities. I promise I will raise the bar next year, as you will surely inspire me to do so.

I have a lot more to say (I always do), but after a large meal followed by our taxes, I’m ready to call it a night. Happy Easter my baby, can’t wait to spend it with you next year!

Love,

Mom