February 19
Hi Baby! I know I have been neglecting our diary but now I feel you moving around all the time. You are quick to communicate to me when I do something that discomforts you.
It is so tiresome as all the nosy people (concerned… they claim) question if I am actually pregnant but I feel huge. I am already using the elastic band on my buttons to give us more breathing space and of course to keep my skirts and pants from falling off. At work, Mirian asks me if I am having a cricket – Spanish humor, obviously.
You don’t like it when I overeat – you must take after me in that I am fine till I take that last bite, then I go in to uncomfortable crisis mode. After I eat you move around a lot, trying to find a snug space to relax.
Lately I have been thinking how smart God is. It is so good for a mother to carry a baby around for nine months, all the while massaging and nurturing it, as it develops in to a little person. Pity the unwanted babies who never receive the tenderness and love they so richly deserve. The other night we were watching one of those horror Sci-Fi movies and the star was impregnated and gave birth after 28 days – how much bonding can take place in that short a period? At first she thought her baby was a monster that she must destroy, but being a good North American the Good Guys always win movie, she discovered she did indeed cherish her baby in the end. It gave me pause. How could I destroy what I struggle daily to protect. As with every Lady in Waiting, I long to see you, hold you, bond with you.