Dear Dumplings — 10 Weeks: Well, It’s Passover … Sort Of

Mama and Daddy Umami Burger, 2011

Mama and Daddy
Umami Burger, Studio City, 2011

Dear Dumplings,

On Wednesday of this week you were 10 weeks and 3 days old.  Wow.  We are in the home stretch heading into the second trimester where Mama is supposed to start feeling better.  I started this entry on my normal Dear Dumplings day (Wednesday) – but due to a variety of circumstances this week, I am terribly behind on writing to you.

The books say you are now bigger than an olive and have bones and cartilage forming all over your body, including limbs.  There is some other stuff happening with your liver and your kidneys.  Basically, they tell me you’re growing like little weeds.

All this growing you are doing could explain why your Mama ate a double-patty hamburger at Five Guys on Tuesday.  I have no idea why hamburgers are the food of choice this week, but if I keep eating them at the rate I have been lately, I might have to start calling you little patties.  I still love dumplings … just not with chicken right now.  As of today, we are not friends with the chicken, especially breaded chicken.  I am confident that will change.

I started writing to you from Phoenix.  I guess you could call this your first trip to Phoenix, though I will not fault you for not remembering it.  Phoenix is in the state called Arizona.  We have 50 states that make up the United States.  One day y’all will play the license plate game in the back seat of the car and learn them all.  It is almost impossible to find license plates from Alaska and Hawaii – but it can be done.

I can recite all of the states in alphabetical order.  I used to be able to recite all of the presidents in the order they served, but recently when I have tried this party trick, I go awry after Rutherford B. Hayes – then I pick back up strong again once I get to Woodrow Wilson.  Your mother is full of somewhat useless information like this.  I also speak enough German to be dangerous in Germany.

Your Mama was born in Hawaii, and I have the license plate from the car I came home from the hospital in (a baby blue Volkswagen Bug) – this is also the same car I learned how to drive when I was ten.  I was on Mawmaw’s farm in the middle of a field, of course.  You, I’m sorry to say, will not be learning to drive when you are ten.  Unless, of course, we live on a farm with a giant field where you can learn how to drive.

Someone asked me last week if I wanted you to be boys or girls.

Of course I do not care if you are boys or girls.  I have my favorite two girl names and my favorite two boy names all picked out.  Once we know for sure, your Daddy and I will start to narrow it down.  I think names are a very personal thing, so we don’t want to go talking about your names publicly until we look into your eyes and make sure that sort of a name fits the baby starting back at us.

Passover was this week.  Passover is a very important Jewish holiday, and I have to be honest with you – we did not give it our full attention this year.  We had what I like to refer to as the Sonic Seder.  Hopefully my tummy will be back to normal next year, and we can really celebrate.  Passover always proceeds the major Christian holidays Good Friday and Easter.  Today is Good Friday.  Sunday is Easter.  Someday I will explain to you how it all ties together, but in the meantime all you need to know about most holidays is they revolve around history, ritual, tradition and lots of eating.

Today your Mama booked Queen Latifah for the Prudential Spirit of Community Awards.  I have been booking a speaker for this event since 2003.  Prudential and the National Association for Secondary School Principals join together and elect the top two youth volunteers in each state.  It is one of my favorite clients and many of the kids selected over the years are doing some amazing things.  I am inspired every year by the kids I meet.  I cannot wait until you are old enough to go and maybe even enter!

Mama has been busy planning your arrival.  I keep looking at all of the different things I will need for you and I get a little overwhelmed.  I am excited about decorating your room.  I have many ideas, but I am holding back until I know if you are boys or girls or both.

Just know that even though I was a little late this week posting your letter, I am always thinking about you, talking to you and rubbing my belly.  My prayer is for you to continue to grow into healthy, strong babies.  Even in those moments, in fact, especially in those moments, when I am feeling so sick I can barely move — if I just rub my belly and think about holding you, somehow all of the nausea mishegoss dissipates.  It seems like nothing at all.

Pretty soon I am going to have some baby pictures of Daddy to show you.  Your Grandma Wilcox gave me a bunch of slides to turn into digital pictures.  Did you know your Daddy was born with a full head of strawberry blonde hair?  I never in a million years thought I could give birth to anyone with such a hair color, but apparently I might possibly do so.  Wouldn’t that be cute?  I guess we’ll find out soon enough.

Oh, and just so you know, your Daddy made this random proclamation that he wanted to play Glenn Miller for seven hours a day for you.  (I have no idea — he is a very old soul.) Don’t get me wrong, Glenn Miller is wonderful — and you’re great-grandfather, my Gran Gran, would only listen to Glenn Miller — but, I compromised and gave him one hour a day.

After all, there has to be some hours left in the day for Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash.

Can’t wait to see you with Dr. S next Wednesday!

Love Always,


P.S.  Willie is a master storyteller — A Horse He Called Music, so beautiful.

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