This is your 11 week, 3 days picture. We went to see the new doctor today, Dr. S. She was very nice and so thrilled to see both of you on the screen. I miss Dr. K, it’s going to take some time for me to adjust after eighteen months together, but I’m happy with our choice.
This week you are now slightly bigger than a fig and your arms and legs are moving all over the place, especially you, Harlow (the top baby). I would hope you might give your brother or sister a little more room down there. Every time we see you, you are waving. I can already tell you have a ton of your father in you. You can’t sit still. They say I am not supposed to be able to feel you kicking, but I beg to differ. I feel you doing something, and from the looks of you on that ultrasound, you’re quite a kicker.
Now as for little Harper, you seem more zen like your Mama — except, of course, when your Mama is not at all zen. So far I have only seen you in this peaceful state. You might wave a little arm, but you seem much more content letting Harlow run the show up there. I do, however, wish you would stretch out a little more and perhaps start kicking back. Someone is going to need to show Harlow what is what eventually. You have 20+ more weeks to go!
They tell us your sex organs are forming, but still not visible for confirmation by ultrasound. She made a guess on Harlow, but we are going to wait until the ultrasound in two weeks to confirm before we talk about it. Or should I say, I talk about it. Your Daddy seems to like for me to do all the talking. He spends most of his time trying to figure out how to feed us.
Speaking of feeding us. I have debated about writing this next paragraph because there is going to come a time when we are in the grocery store and you will beg me for some ridiculous cereal like Apple Jacks … or Lucky Charms. I am going to look at you sweetly and say, You had all the Apple Jacks and Lucky Charms you will ever need while you were in Mama’s tummy. Enjoy them for this brief moment in time because they are not a household staple.
In addition to the bizarre cereal craving. I did consume a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli and a can of Spaghetti-o’s. I am very confused by this behavior. Under any normal circumstance I would never notice, much less buy these products. I barely ate them as a kid. I am completely off the hamburgers. Any meat now makes my stomach turn. In fact, most things make my stomach turn. Except Lucky Charms and Apple Jacks — oh, and Honey Nut Cheerios.
Last night I did manage to eat a chopped salad and three pieces of cheese pizza at Barone’s. Barone’s is a San Fernando Valley institution. Your Grandma Wilcox went on dates there before she got married! The pizza is square and they use jack cheese instead of the traditional mozzarella. We love it. I loved it a little too much last night because when I came home I could not move. I could not even think of swallowing my vitamins. I fell asleep on top of the covers on the bed. Daddy woke me up around midnight and I finally managed to get the vitamins down.
I know it sounds like your Mama is complaining a lot about the nausea and the eating issues. And I do, but I just want you to know that when I see your little legs kicking and your arms waving — I say to myself, Canned ravioli and marshmallow cereal never killed anybody. It has, perhaps, rotted a few teeth.
This week in the world everyone is wondering what to do about North Korea? North Korea is one of five communist countries left in the world, and by far the worst one of the bunch. They starve their people and block out the rest of the world. There is a new leader, Kim Jong-Un. He is the son of the old leader, Kim Jong-Il. Right now he is threatening to use nuclear weapons on the United States. Who knows what he is capable of? No one really knows, so there is a big build up of military ships all around the Korean peninsula. One of his alleged targets is Austin, Texas. I guess he knows what cities would really cripple this great nation — Washington D.C., San Diego and Austin … maybe he is trying to stamp out the best BBQ and Mexican food?
I’m sure it’s a build up of nothing. That always seems to be the case with North Korea.
In more important news (to your father), baseball season has started. This is your Daddy’s favorite time of year. Vin Scully is back announcing for the Dodgers again and all is right with the world. Ironically, your Daddy is not a Dodgers fan, he is a Cincinnati Reds fan. Your Grandpa Wilcox is a Reds fan, so is your Daddy. That is how that works. Your Mama is a Texas Rangers fan, though I will admit I am not a huge follower on a daily or even weekly basis like your Daddy.
We are going to be taking three trips before you are born. The first one will be to Washington DC on May 2-6. The second one will be to Chicago on May 30-June 4. The final trip will be to Texas at the end of June. Mama’s friend, Stacy, is throwing her a baby shower in Texas! Your Daddy is coming and we are going to look at some neighborhoods.
Every morning your Daddy puts his hand on my belly and tries to feel you. It’s so cute. You can’t feel anything much when you place your hand on my belly just yet, but I can feel you wiggling around. I know it has to be Harlow.
Despite my nausea and fatigue, I am enjoying every day of growing you. I am sorry if my nutrition choices are not all that stellar. I am hoping to get better once this passes. It was a good sign that I was able to eat a salad last night, I think.
I just got some material to start making your first baby blankets. I thought I would start small and get used to my new sewing machine. It has lots of bells and whistles on it. I found some patterns for some simple dolls and really cute clothes. But one thing at a time …
I love you both and all of that hormone you are producing to make me feel sick. I love it because I know it means you are strong and growing stronger. I know it is going to go faster than I could possibly imagine, but I can’t wait for you to join me on this side of my belly.
This week I’ve been singing you lots of Mary Chapin Carpenter and Patsy Cline. I was singing Karen Carpenter too, but your Daddy thought they were too depressing. I guess, but she sure did have a beautiful voice. I still sing them when he’s not home. I also sing Ring of Fire, just because I like to sing it. Johnny Cash is always good. I hope you don’t mind.
Harlow, please stop kicking and crowding Harper.