Time to Sleep
It’s hard for me to wind down. I wish I didn’t have to sleep. That would be my superpower if I could choose one. I’d get energy from the sun, or the electricity that surrounds us, or maybe I would get power from anything boring like sitting through yet another person reading their PowerPoint deck or standing behind someone paying for their groceries with coupons and a check.
But, I do have to sleep, especially with little Omar. He needs me to rest so he can grow healthy and keep kicking and punching my insides. It’s surreal to have a person inside of you. I was excited as soon as I found out I was pregnant and felt a bond with him ever since he was a little blob on an ultrasound. But now, his feet, knees, hands, elbows, and head are all there, and I can feel them all, especially when a swift kick lands on my bladder.
He plays with me and moves when I poke my belly or when my cat digs her little paws into me. Does he like it? Is he annoyed? Is he just curious about what’s invading his tiny home?
We’re going to be parents. That seems so grownup and impossible, but it’s happening.
Kick kick kick. Yes, little one, I’m writing about you. I want you to be healthy, happy, wise, fulfilled, good, kind, and fun-hearted. I don’t ever want fear to hold you back, and I don’t ever want you to regret adventures that don’t turn out as you had hoped. Be yourself. We’re both a little nuts, and it’s ok if you are too. Nutty people are the best.
Ok, time to make sure I rest for another day. Each day I get closer to knowing you and doing my best to teach you everything that I know (and things that I don’t yet know but am reading furiously about). It will be quite an adventure.
