Fourteen weeks.

September 13, 2012

Dear Baby,

We are officially in the second trimester - a third of the way into meeting you face to face. 

You are an actual bump now. My jeans have disowned me (except for one loyal pair) and by the end of the day, I catch myself by surprise when walking by a mirror or reflective window. It's just another reminder that you are inside and growing.

Pregnancy caught up with me this week in the eating department. I've never been a big eater, but now I have to eat every two hours or I start feeling woozy. And it's not just whatever I want; it's good, healthy snacks that will stick with me the whole two hours until the next time I can make it to the fridge. 

I woke up the other morning and had cereal for breakfast, thinking it would hold me over until the baby shower I had to go within an hour and a half. I made a quick stop at the post office on my way, and as I stood in line, the room began to spin. By the time I got up to the counter, I started seeing spots. I quickly finished my errand and started walking back toward my car as my vision turned white. I sat down in the car as it all came back to me, completely scared and phased at what had just happened. 

Apparently, cereal wasn't enough for you. 

I spent the rest of the day lying down and trying to fill up on more nutrients. I missed the shower, but knew I needed the rest. If it weren't for you, I would have just sucked it up and gone. But because of you, I felt the need to pay extra attention to myself and focus on what was and is most important.

And that's what this whole pregnancy thing has taught me. I have always been a responsible person, but all of a sudden, I feel so beyond extra responsible for you and your well-being. From the food I eat to the moves I make, you are always at the forefront of my mind. 

Your dad and I walked through a 9/11 memorial last night. We walked side by side with strangers through over 3,000 erect American flags, a name tied to each one. There were tears and prayers as we remembered how far this world has come since that day eleven years ago. I imagined how to explain that day to someone who wasn't around to witness it. I'm sure you'll be twenty years removed from it by the time you ask about it, and oh, how the world will be so different then. You won't know a world without increased security, saturated technology and a bit of fear that bad things can really happen. 

Always know and believe that really good things happen, too. 

You, for instance, are a very good thing.

Love you,
Your Mama

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  1. Oh my goodness, Jordy! That is so scary - I'm glad you're okay! This was beautifully written, as always. I'm so glad you shared. I'll be praying for your health this week - take care of yourself, okay?

  2. We talked with our girls about 9/11 for the first time this year. We told Sela how the same week it happened, we found out we were pregnant with her. She is 10 1/2 now. I told her how I felt a special connection to the pregnant women who lost husbands that day, carrying babies just like me, but now without daddies. I still pray for them and their now 10-11 year old "babies". May God watch over them, like I know He's been watching over us.

  3. What an amazing post! And you are so right about the 9/11 situation. I have no idea how I would even begin to tell that story to my children.

  4. Love this post! And you and baby, too. xoxo, juney


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