I won’t know for a while whether or not I’m having a boy or a girl because of the COVID-19 restrictions prohibiting non-emergent care, but I know two things: I know that my son will be named after my brother, André, and that I have wanted to be a mother all of my life. Currently, I own three copies of The Giving Tree. One of them was read to my brother, and then later, to me. It is worn, scribbled in, and the binding required repair...which I joyously attempted (and was successful) in fixing. Another, I bought because I knew that my future child would need a fresh copy to reduce more destruction to my original, and a third because it was the 75th anniversary edition of the book. Did I need a
In these early days, all I do is lay here with a hot cold pack pressed against my uterus. Dear baby of mine, you are exhausting and I can understand why people consider a fetuses little energy leeches. Child, you are knocking me for a loop. I am tired all of the time and I sleep most of the day. I haven’t had any morning sickness with you, for that I am grateful, but I am not going to lie and say that the prenatal vitamins aren’t completely disgusting. With all of Mommy’s existing indigestion issues, every time I burp, I can taste the vitamins in the bottom of my stomach and they taste like fish. You’re killing me smalls. I must say, in terms of cravings, you don’t have me completely up the
I’m tired all of the time, but still trying to will myself awake. I’ve been trying to read as much as I can about pregnancy, but it’s making me more anxious. I have so much going on that I honestly can’t keep my emotion together about it all. I keep pushing. High blood pressure is the silent killer so I have to try and remain as calm as possible no matter the irritating stimuli...but that has people taking liberties where they should be treading lightly. Each week, the baby doubles in size. Last week it was an appleseed, this week, it’s a snow pea. My students are excited and it’s starting to rub off on me. My relationship with my mother hasn’t improved. We were fine for about 48 hours and t
Let’s dispense with the suspense, shall we? I am expecting my first child. I am actually over the moon about it and thinking about starting a new blog, but...I might not do that and just keep it right here with it’s own tag. Matter of fact, yes, doing that. Before I knew how far I was via ultrasound, I had a thought that I’d be due in December, but I’m due on November 6, 2020—which makes this My Forever Valentine. I began by telling all of my closest friends and family because I don’t plan on making a grand announcement on social media. I’m not fond of people I don’t know well feeling comfortable enough to express how they feel about me; It’s tacky. I called my sorority sister and a few long