Changes
Dear baby girl,
In six short weeks (give or take), my life will change because you will become a part of it. You will make me a mother, and I will never be the same.
Things are already proving to be different in ways that I hadn't initially realized. Here is an example.
On my way out of work on Wednesday of this week, I lost my balance and fell on the pavement. This isn't the first time I lost my balance (in fact, I've been quite wabbly over the past few weeks), but it is the first time that I couldn't catch myself and fell right down to the ground. Since I could feel it coming, I managed to land on both of my knees (so as to avoid falling on my belly or my side) which resulted in lovely bloody scabs and a necessary outfit change for my baby shower on Saturday. There were four female students who saw me fall, and I quickly realized that, while watching someone trip or fall might normally be a little funny, watching a pregnant lady fall most certainly is not. They all looked genuinely concerned and asked if I was okay while I embarrassingly tried to get myself up off of the ground. By the time I made it to my car, I burst into tears and didn't stop crying until I picked your daddy up from work.
So this is how I know that I have changed (and will likely never be the same); I wasn't crying because of the pain (my knees were a little sore, but nothing terribly painful), but because I was so worried that my fall might have harmed you. Luckily, my doctor knew of my inability to effectively balance myself and had previous told me that a fall would likely not harm you unless I fell directly on my belly or noticed any bleeding afterward. Thankfully neither situation applied to me, and I felt you moving as much as usual shortly thereafter.
From now on, my worries will no longer be my own. I'm sure I will still have them, but anything that could harm you or upset you will take priority and I will not be able to focus on any others. I want you to know that I hope I can always protect you, and promise to do my very best to try.
Love,
Mommy
In six short weeks (give or take), my life will change because you will become a part of it. You will make me a mother, and I will never be the same.
Things are already proving to be different in ways that I hadn't initially realized. Here is an example.
On my way out of work on Wednesday of this week, I lost my balance and fell on the pavement. This isn't the first time I lost my balance (in fact, I've been quite wabbly over the past few weeks), but it is the first time that I couldn't catch myself and fell right down to the ground. Since I could feel it coming, I managed to land on both of my knees (so as to avoid falling on my belly or my side) which resulted in lovely bloody scabs and a necessary outfit change for my baby shower on Saturday. There were four female students who saw me fall, and I quickly realized that, while watching someone trip or fall might normally be a little funny, watching a pregnant lady fall most certainly is not. They all looked genuinely concerned and asked if I was okay while I embarrassingly tried to get myself up off of the ground. By the time I made it to my car, I burst into tears and didn't stop crying until I picked your daddy up from work.
So this is how I know that I have changed (and will likely never be the same); I wasn't crying because of the pain (my knees were a little sore, but nothing terribly painful), but because I was so worried that my fall might have harmed you. Luckily, my doctor knew of my inability to effectively balance myself and had previous told me that a fall would likely not harm you unless I fell directly on my belly or noticed any bleeding afterward. Thankfully neither situation applied to me, and I felt you moving as much as usual shortly thereafter.
From now on, my worries will no longer be my own. I'm sure I will still have them, but anything that could harm you or upset you will take priority and I will not be able to focus on any others. I want you to know that I hope I can always protect you, and promise to do my very best to try.
Love,
Mommy
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