A few days after we learned that you’d be joining the ranks of six other grandsons, we were spending a lazy Sunday on the couch. The windows were open, Wrigley was enjoying the sunshine, and basketball was on the television. In the mid-afternoon, you started kicking around continuously. I mentioned that this might be a good time to feel the kicking from outside the belly. My unknowing husband kneeled on the floor next to me and placed his hand on my belly. At that same instant, you kicked your little foot as hard as your little 11 ounces would let you. That initial reaction of astonishment, pride, and joy will forever been engraved in my mind. At that moment, my husband became the proud daddy I know he’ll be when you arrive. You followed up with a few more kicks just to let him know that you were doing ok.
Three weeks later, that’s still the hardest your little body has kicked. We like to believe that you wanted your daddy to know you so you gave him something extra special to remember. You’ve fallen into a daily exercise routine that is pretty heavy around 11 am and 8 pm. I can pretty much guarantee a reaction from you if I eat sugar or have a full belly. It’s been fun to know what you’re doing in there. I’ve noticed you moving around a few times. One time you thought about changing positions, but the kicks are back where they started so you must not have found that position as comfortable.
There was this one time on an equally beautiful weekend morning that I believed you and I both to be sleeping. Wrigley was supposed to be sleeping as well, but something startled him awake. Being the protector that he is, he yelled out a warning to whatever sound he had heard. This yelling woke me with a start and I imagine I and/or Wrigley woke you with the same surprise. About 2 seconds after I jumped, you jumped too. After I calmed down you settled back into a peaceful sleep as well. I’m sure that won’t be the first time this little furry friend wakes you from a peaceful sleep. Know this, I grant you the permission to wake him whenever you feel the desire. He puts up a good act of playing the protector, but he’s got a giant lazy bone in his body. He gets pretty dramatic when he’s trying to rest, but we enjoy messing with him none-the-less.
Here’s to another week of growing and moving!
Dear Little Baby Leger,
This weekend was your first family walk. And it was the first outing of the spring season. It may not actually be spring yet, but you’ll soon learn that in the midwest we take advantage of those “warm” days. We didn’t see any sunshine, but that didn’t stop our family from enjoying the fresh air.
This guy will become your walking partner in crime (and life). I expect him to struggle with adjusting to your stroller; then I hope he doesn’t trip you when you begin walking with us (sometimes he catches a scent and does crazy zig zags across the sidewalk); and I know you two will both find amazing treasures along our way. I hope you grow to enjoy these walks as much as the rest of the family.
This week has been another exciting one for our family. We’ve watched my tummy continue to grow and continue to dream about what you’re up to. Just this morning I asked what Baby Leger does while I’m at work. I decided that you are probably practicing your backstroke so you can be a strong swimmer when you come out. It’s probably a good idea because Leger’s sure do love their water.
This weekend you also got to enjoy lots of movie theater popcorn! I’m not sure how much you enjoyed it because I was very uncomfortable for the last half of the movie. I couldn’t find a comfortable position and couldn’t sit without holding my stomach under my ribcage. I’ll take note that you’d prefer that I eat more than just pancakes and popcorn. I know it wasn’t the caffeine that you didn’t enjoy. That stuff is luxury where you’re at. I’m sure you know a good thing when you get it.
According to the professionals, you are 5 inches long and weighing in around 5 ounces. I look forward to next month when we’re able to see a picture of you and can start planning your welcome into our world. This week I’ve been enjoying peanut butter and jelly bagels, string cheese, milk, and yogurt. I hope you’re enjoying them as much as I am. I’m sure my doctor will be happy to hear that I’ve finally started gaining weight. Three pounds isn’t much when she wants me to gain 25-40, but we had to start somewhere.
Here’s to another good week with energy, restful nights, and stressfree days.
Dear Little Baby Leger,
This week has been exciting for our family. The news about you has become “public.” As we celebrate the excitement this announcement brings, I’ve been thinking about how quickly the past four months have gone. As I try to cherish this special time when you are growing inside my body, I can’t help but think that it will be over too quickly. I will admit that the first few months were rough on me and I did doubt my ability to make it through nine months. But, now that my body has adjusted to the changes, I’m both excited and nostalgic. Life passes us by so quickly. I hope these letters to you can be my way of holding on a little longer.
This week you are about the size of an avocado and weighing in at about 3 1/2 ounces. According to the books, your ears have developed enough that you can hear the things going on around you. I hope you come to enjoy the sound of your daddy’s voice as much as I do. I’ve always told him my favorite sound is his voice accompanied by his guitar. I know you’ll be hearing that a lot in the next five months and years to come. That also means this little Beagle is going to have to learn to let people walk outside without yelling at them. I keep telling him you’ll be annoyed when you meet him because you’ll know he was the one making all that noise. For the time being, he doesn’t believe me. I hope that when he meets you he’ll be more understanding and try to make you happy instead of upsetting you with his loud barking. I should also warn you, he has no understanding of personal bubbles. His idea of snuggling is making sure half of his body is jammed up against yours. Much like your daddy, I’m sure you’ll have a love -hate relationship with his snuggling style. I on the other hand may have been the one to create this snuggling monster. I have a hard time saying no to cute little puppies so I think I trained him to be a lap dog, regardless of how much he weighs. I hope that you’ll grow to love him as much as I do. I know he’s found his spot in your daddy’s heart even though he can be naughty sometimes.
I hope you’re getting all this fruit I’m sending to you. I can’t get enough strawberries, bananas, grapes, or orange juice. Veggies are something I’m pretending that I love, for your sake. I hope you end up enjoying both because some days are a struggle to meet your daddy’s requirements for my veggie in-take.