“True love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the well being of one’s companion”
-President Hinckley

Monday, March 21, 2011

Dear Baby

I don't wanna force you into this crazy world before you're ready, but I am quite ready to meet you. Pregnancy has been great, up until about 2 weeks ago. I used to love your kicks and movements and would watch with great interest to see where you were going and how your body was positioned. But now, it's so crammed in there that your movements usually hurt or just make me incredibly uncomfortable. It's not your fault that you're like a genie in a tiny lamp, but know that there is a lot more room out here in the world just waiting for you to explore. Also, your tiny self is making it impossible for me to sleep through the night and pregnancy is amplifying my allergy symptoms to the point that I can't go outside at all. So, I guess I am trying to persuade you to come as early as possible. I am no longer terrified about birth or being a good mother, as I am more focused on just not wanting to be pregnant anymore. I want to hold you, kiss you, and cuddle you. I want to lay on my back and wear normal clothes. I already love you so much, little girl, but you're making life a little difficult lately. Please come out soon.



  1. I'm going to be philosophical here, but it's like someone said, I don't know who (maybe me) "The more I see of life, the more sure I am there is a God." 9 months is just the right amount of time to wrap your mind around being responsible for a new life. And up until the last few weeks, you're scared stiff about it becoming real. And then the last couple of weeks hit, and you can't think of anything other than getting that baby out. He's got it all figured out, and for me, that makes me feel that much better about raising children. You're going to be a great mom Britany. I'm so excited for you :-)

  2. amen. Except...I have three more months...tarnation


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