I can’t claim the fame on that name. (Whoah. Just call me Dr. Seuss.) Our friend Matt called Sylvie PoppSecret before she was born (since we don’t share names prior to the big introduction) and it stuck.
Anyway, so I’m on my way to being 31 weeks pregnant. I’m really not sure how that happened – this pregnancy has flown. I hear it’s because of Sylvia, but we had kids 6 out of the 9 months of my last pregnancy and it didn’t go this fast! The belly is definitely making it’s presence known in the way of running into unsuspecting passers by who underestimate it’s giganticness (probably not a word.) and by moving around violently like someone inside is doing the cha-cha. I thought Sylvie was active in utero – but this child’s got her beat for sure.
We could be in trouble folks.
Not feeling gigantic, just, you know, 30 weeks pregnant. After looking at comparison pics from the last pregnancy, I don’t feel too off the charts. We’ll see, I have an appointment with my midwife on Friday where I will hopefully be told that the baby is petite like her mama.
Giving the baby kisses.
Sylvia points at my belly all the time and says, “baby?” Of course, she also points to her own belly all the time and says the same thing. She might be confused. We’ve been reading lots of books about babies and talking about her baby sister, but I’m pretty sure she’s got no clue what’s coming.
After some of our good friends had a very scary experience with their little girl, Sylvie’s BF, this weekend – I spent Valentines Day so incredibly thankful for the loves that I’ve been blessed with. It always sounds so cliché to talk about how things can change so quickly, but I will treasure every second. Husbands don’t come any more valiantly on white horses than mine, and motherhood has been, by far, the greatest blessing in my life.
Being a parent, the joy in it, is beyond my explanation. Before Sylvie was born, my brother said, “It’s kind of like this huge party that you’ve always heard about, but have never been invited to. And then you become a parent and you’re like, ‘holy cow, no wonder everyone shows up!’” It’s like this secret that you can’t know until you find yourself holding your child – however they may come to you – and you think, how could I have not known this love before? Incredible.
Little baby in my belly, I cannot wait to meet you. I cannot wait to see what changes you hold for our family. I cannot wait to see what you look like. Soon you will be here, and I will think, how could I have not known this love before? We are anxiously anticipating your arrival.
Love you, love you, love you,