Dear Dumplings — Week 31, Day 2: The Story Goes On … Relative Bed-rest


Dear Dumplings,

Yes, it’s been awhile since I’ve written.  This is for a variety of reasons, mainly, I’ve been busy preparing for your arrival.  I have also been waiting for my new website design to launch.

There is always something to do and it seems like I will never be ready.  The nursery is basically finished.  I’ll take you through it little by little in the coming weeks.  It turns out I am going to have more time on my hands to write because today it happened.  I was put on “relative” bed-rest by Dr. D.

What does this mean?

It means I am allowed to swim, sit on my tushie and rest for the next several weeks, as I wait for your arrival.  I can’t even go to yoga.  I went to YogaWorks and put my membership on hold for three months.  Maybe we can sneak in a few classes in December?  People tell me I am nuts, but I suppose we each have to discover our own level of nuttiness as we travel down the road of life.  I have no preconceived idea of what December will bring, but I am hoping it brings us to yoga.

Before I get off on some other tangent, let me tell you about our appointment today.  Everything looks great.  According to Dr. D you weigh 4 lbs. 2 oz and 4lbs. 3 oz.  No wonder I feel extra heavy in front.  I already have more than eight pounds of baby dumplings in there!

The good news is both of you have your heads turned towards the escape route.  The only bad news is … we were only able to get one picture.  The little Dumpling closest to the escape decided to turn and face my back during the photo shoot and when we came back to you — you decided to stuff your fist in your mouth.  Apparently posing for pictures is not your favorite thing.

We do have this picture:

Baby Dumpling "B"

Baby Dumpling “B”

One day you can argue over exactly who it is.  I have no idea.  Your Daddy and I have decided we have to look at you before we can decide who is J.P. and who is J.R.

There is much to say about the past month or so, and given my tendency to tell stories, I’ll probably not tell it in chronological order.

In a nutshell — we’ve been to the Hollywood Bowl twice!  Once we saw Steve Martin and Edie Brickell with Daddy, Grandma Susan and K.K.  K.K. is my Mama.  This is her official Grandma name.  Your cousins Luke, Max and Abby already call her this and she seems to like it.  Apparently there is only one Mawmaw.

Our second time at the Hollywood Bowl, K.K. and I went to see Willie Nelson and Lyle Lovett.   Y’all really like Willie Nelson — especially when he broke into Whiskey River and Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die.  I am convinced this had nothing to do with the subjects of the songs, but rather the energy of the audience.

Here is a sneak peek of your nursery, which I will go into with more detail in the coming days and weeks as I write:

The beds.

The beds.


Changing Table / Dresser

Changing Table / Dresser


Dresser Shelves

Dresser Shelves

K.K. came for a week and we got most of the nursery put together, but there are a few finishing touches to come.  I have come to the realization that a nursery is mostly for Mama, but I do hope you like it.

Your Auntie Sharie and cousins, Stacy and Jennifer gave Mama a beautiful shower this weekend.  All of the generous gifts added so much more to the nursery.  You even have books from when Daddy was little and a toy from when Mama was little.  I’m waiting for some pictures, which I’ll share soon.  Your Mama and Daddy are blessed to have so many wonderful friends and family.  We can’t wait for you to meet them.

Now that I can feel you every time I sit down, we’re chatting a lot more.  Both of you seem to be very busy in the middle of the night.  I’ve been singing James Taylor’s Sweet Baby James and Johnny Cash’s Jackson a lot lately … and this song.  It’s from a musical most people have never heard of called, Baby, and the song is Story Goes On.

When I was in college I loved this song and I sang it all the time.  I realize now as you kick and punch and turn around inside my womb that I had no idea what I was singing at 21.  I was just belting a song.  I thought I knew, but now that I know, I can confirm I most definitely did not.  There is no way to know this until you experience it.  This song implies you are girls — but just ignore that — the sentiment is the same.

All of this rambling is just the prelude to your story.  Once you get here, I hope your Daddy and I give it lots of beautiful chapters as our Story Goes On.




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