Happy new year baby boy. Your father and I had a wonderful time visting family in FL and everyone is so excited about you. Excited to the point that they are naming you- Grandpa is calling you Aloisyus Merriweather. Which, actually, I like, haha. But more for a daschund than I human, me thinks. You have the most adorable cousins and I can't wait for you to play with them and all the people who love you.
Actually, we are thinking of calling you Holden. It's a good solid name phonetically and not in top 200 names. Plus we were angsty teenagers and even now really like the kid in "Catcher in the Rye." We aren't 100% on it. But think that maybe 30% of the population will actually understand the reference so it's not too cheesy. It seems like a good match the more we say it aloud, or think of a kid's voice calling it out on a playground, "Holden, give me the ball" in the shrill kid-like tone. We had a discussion about this today. We went to the park after buying this Wal-Mart 12-games-in-one pack that included badmitton and this jai-lai and this velcro disc with a ball that stuck to it. We set up our cheesy net across two trees and harnessed Miette to a tree adjacent to the walking path. She greeted all the bikers with her pathetic "help me" gaze. We watched two Moms play with a son and daughter with a soccer ball and thought of you learning to play soccer. The little boy would kick the ball then do this funny like mix between a karate move and antelope leap. It was really joyous. We talked about you in my belly and the goods things to come.
I am so excited about you, baby. Just thinking about even little things, like feeding you a bottle and which kind will you prefer, or going to the store to get your car seat, or looking at your clothes hanging in the closet, fills me with such joy and anticipation but in a sort of contended, not twitchy way, that I just go on and on with my run-on sentences. It is barely containable sometimes. I effervese with hopes and dreams of our family and what is to be. This is between times where I worry about the time crunch of moving and a new place and leaving my friends behind and all that goes with that. But I have faith in the future working out as it is meant to and the ability of our family to create our own little world regardless of where that resides geographically.
What else....seems like forever since I have written. I have lots of pics from our visit to FL in an album on FaceBook. You already know what that is, right? Blogging from my stomach I am sure...kids these days and all that jazz. I also have an idea for a book based on alternate realities based on my life right now with you coming along, and an alternate reality if I wasn't expecting you. I think I might do it in alternating chapters of journal entries and use my old journals and then the ones since I found out about your presence. I am a sucker for the whole "two paths" thing. Hey this blog might be famous one day! :)
You are getting so strong and your movements are like snow flurries in my belly. I can now see your movements from my skin! Amazing. It is almost nostalgic too. In Florida I showed my belly growth to Daddy, as often I do and am proud of, and he put his hand on it and said sort of sadly, "Oh, it's going too fast." I didn't even think of that before now, since you aren't even here. But it really is true. I am more than halfway through my pregnancy and my memories of being newly pregnant seem so distant. Soon you will be here, then crawling, then walking, then running, then flying off for job interviews and to your own family. We are just trying to record and slow down every honey-dripped moment.
Well I will sign off for now. Once I lay down you will kick me as you always do when I lay down, and I will put my hand over you and smile and then swallow it so the smile goes down to you and you feel how happy I am to be here, being kicked and punched by your perfect little body.
Mommy
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