Sunday, February 10, 2013

Happy New Year!

Hi cherubs!  Happy new year!  Last night, I had a dream that there was a snake that was in the yard, and we were trying to figure out how to avoid it.  But then it kept coming at me!  Since it's the year of the Snake, and your Chinese horoscope sign will be the Snake, I have to assume that it's because I am apprehensive about you two.

Seriously though, your very anxious mother has not been calm and zen throughout this pregnancy. I worry about you guys every day, worry about whether you're healthy and happy, whether you are still there or you broke curfew, whether I am looking pregnant enough, etc. And because of that, I have made up all sorts of rules about when we're allowed to talk about/think about things, of which rules your father has been very lovely and tolerant.  Some of the things include no talking about logistics until after the first trimester, no talking about names until the third trimester, no signing up for parenting classes until after the 20 week anatomy scan, and other things that are designed to make me feel better about you two.  It's seriously insane, and I know this.  I try to be calm because I know you guys are unhappy if I am stressed, and for the most part, I think it's working.  But then of course, your crack medical team may be helping with that bit.

Anyhow, the moral of the story is that I am scared but also happy and so excited to meet you two.  I wonder what you're going to look like (hopefully like Daddy), whether you're going to get along with the Dubster (see right), whether you will have my memory and/or Dad's spatial skills, what it's going to feel like to hold you.  I am so hopeful but terrified all at once.  You will see one day, God willing.

Oh, as a side note, I made dumplings for dinner as is the tradition on Chinese New Year (once, your grandpa tricked me into making 500!).  You, however, did not love them.  They all tasted like lamb to me, and I believe it's all your fault!  Lamb flavored boiled dumplings is not delicious kiddies.  Not delicious.  Daddy was sad, and may have lectured you about the importance of dumplings.  Please try to sort that out.  Thanks.

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