I hope that you will understand the reference in the title
of this post because I’m pulling for Taylor Swift to be a timeless legend that
will transcend generations. We shall see.
At 22 weeks you are FINALLY KICKING! This is a phenomenon
that I thought would bring relief and reassurance with it, and it did for all
of two minutes, but now any time you are not
kicking I am convinced something has gone horribly wrong. There’s just no
pleasing me. I’m impossible Baby Girl, I know. Your father tells me all the
time.
I feel like I’m now in the pregnancy zone (of course, that
could change tomorrow as I definitely go up and down, but now I’m good). I can
stay up later, I’m accomplishing things, and your father and I actually had a conversation about potential
names for you (we disagree for the most part, but it’s a start). I picked paint
colors for your room (so fun), and I can decidedly tell you everything about
every top baby product out there—safest brands, most aesthetically pleasing, best
bang for your buck, etc. We are making progress my dear. Slowly yet surely. And
we’ll have some cool things for you when you come along, I promise.
My worst pregnancy nemesis lately has been the dreaded “pregnancy
brain.” There is some debate among the internet as to whether symptom is
actually scientific. I am no doctor, and I admit I have my moments of utter
stupidity even when I’m not pregnant, so I can’t really speak to the matter one
way or another. However, right now I have a scape goat and I am going to use
it.
Exhibit number 1—a picture speaks louder than words:
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| The footwear I packed for myself for my prenatal yoga class. Pure genius. |
Fortunately, yoga doesn’t require shoes, so I only looked
like an idiot walking to the yoga
class from my car. This is just one very visual example of my pregnancy brain.
I’ve also gone to ship a package and left the address at home, tried to put the
cereal in the refrigerator, made a few mistakes at work that I am not proud of…
it happens. I can see you rolling your eyes at me, and you can stop it because
I only eye roll at my mother. You can’t
take that habit from me. So there.
I have more to say, but now I'm tired. It's 10:22 PM. Hey, I said I was staying up later, but let's not get crazy. I haven't seen 11PM since January.
Love,
Mom
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