12w

Dear Baby,

This is the first note I write for you. Thought it might be cool to have something for you to read when you're old enough to a) Browse the Internet b) Understand English and c) Know what your mother was like when she was young.

Anyway, you're "only" a 12-week-old fetus now. I saw you move for the first time today and I freaked out at the doctor's office. I mean, it's crazy weird to have something alive and moving inside you, you know. You kicked and moved here and there, and it was--to say the cliche--amazing. You're so so tiny yet you have a head, a spine, brain, heart and all.

Tell you what. The last few weeks weren't easy for me. I've been nauseous, tired, sleepy, cranky, you name it. And then at night, there's the haunting fear of labor and what comes after. Don't get me wrong--I'm ecstatic to have found out about you. It's just that this is my first pregnancy. I'm bound to get all panic and queasy, right?

On the other hand, though, I can't wait to meet you. Your father and I have found an androgynous name for you, since we won't find out whether you're a boy or a girl until about next month. I like the name, even though I've also prepared a girl's name, just in case.

I think this is enough for a first note. You stay healthy, OK, I'm happy to keep you inside for another six months.


Cheers,
Your mother (say what?)