A Little Letter

Dear Mama,

Well, that's what the other kids call you, so I suppose I'll follow suit.  As I get bigger, I'm starting to make my preferences known.  As you've recently found out, my favorite food is fried rice.  Fried rice for dinner.  Fried rice for snacks.  Fried rice for breakfast.  I can't get enough.  I'm also partial to mashed potatoes, ridiculous amounts of watermelon, and tomatoes and mozzarella.  I know, I have quite the palette for one so young. 

Thanks for indulging me...  after all, when I'm happy, you're happy.  You're learning that quite quickly.

In return for your giving into my every whim, I'm wearing you out on an almost constant basis.  Thankfully, the other kids are nice enough to let you nap at least once a day, so I don't feel too badly on this front.  And really, after having the kids that you had before me, you kind of knew what you were getting into, right?

I'm growing like a weed, (it's all that fried rice... right?) and developing right on par.  You're pretty obsessed with tracking my progress, and that's ok... it's generally something new every day, so you have plenty to learn about.

The other kids are clueless about me.  Can you do something about that?  It's beginning to dampen my self-esteem.  In any case, they'll know about me in about 6 and a half months, so I guess it's ok.  Besides, I'm busy doing things like growing arms and legs, eyelids and fingernails.   I'll be practicing my swallowing skills and learning how to wedge my feet into your ribs while executing perfect forward rolls within my snug little home. 

So yes, I'm looking forward to actually seeing you and that Daddy guy and those other three noisy little people come March.  For now, keep feeding me fried rice and watermelon, and I'll keep growing like it's my job.  ('cause it is).

Love, love,

Your very favorite Baby #4, Due March 19th.

Baby Update

We went to the OB today, (all four of us actually, in the ice covered world where we live... we were quite a sight to see).  Everything checked out and we all got to hear the quiet but rapid heartbeat of what will be our third born. 

YAY!

And for those of you that want to hate me a little, here's the weight update:  I've lost two pounds since the beginning.  This is despite not getting too terribly sick too often and eating like an adolescent boy.  Trust me, I'm not remotely trying to diet.  (Current craving?  Stuffed crust pizza from Pizza Hut.  It's not going to happen, but MAN, it sounds good). 

Today has been a MISERABLE day, nausea wise.  I've been feeling really good for a week or two but this morning, I was literally flattened on the bathroom floor for a good half hour.  The grossness of that feeling has lasted all day, through a nap, and into a headache.  I'm really hoping my mom is right and today is just the last hurrah before the blissful second trimester. 

All in all, though, it all looks good.  And I'll take nausea anyday for that to be the truth.

We have one more visit then a sonogram on March 17th.  And yes, we're finding out the sex.  Do you really think we have that kind of patience to wait?!