Dear baby: it's been 30 weeks

Dear Baby Girl:

You have officially been growing for 30 weeks!  

That is 210 days and 5,040 hours.  

Woah.  

That sounds like a really long time to be trapped inside someone's tummy.  

You ok in there?

I feel like you must be ok because you are kicking me quite forcefully right now.  

Yesterday was one of my favorite days with you because daddy and I found a little hand or foot of yours at the very top of my belly and we pinched the teeny thing between our fingers.  

For that, I suppose I deserved all of the kicking I got for the rest of the day.

You also make me giggle because you really recognize your daddy's voice.  

He is always talking to you and singing to you.  

Lately, when your daddy puts his cheek on my belly you show him your best soccer moves. 

Every.  Single.  Time.  

Of course, he has to sing to you first.  

You definitely don't show off your moves for just anyone, but for daddy, it's for sure every time.

Daddy makes sure that I know that you are going to be a daddy's girl.  

It's probably true.

You are going to adore him.

He's already planning the weekend dates he's going to take you on.

Sometimes will you remind him to invite me?

I've finally started "prepping" for you.  

The first item of business?  

Buy a mom car.  

That's why I included this picture:

Our new mom car.  

I'm kidding.  

Baby girl, that is a PORSCHE and those things don't just grow on trees.

Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  

You and I will be rockin' the Accord until there get to be too many of us to fit.

Sound good?

Good.

I have started the diaper collection.

I hear we'll be needing a few of those.

So far we've got three boxes but don't worry, I've still got 10 more weeks to add to the stash (and with the new Sam's Club card that your Nana got for us last weekend, we'll be hitting the Pampers sales every week!).

At my last doctor appointment, he officially freaked me out about drinking enough water.

Enter: the Brita Filter Bottle.

Uh-Ma-Zing.

I begin to have anxiety if I happen to leave home without it.

Also at the doctor, I got to meet the wife of my OB who just so happens to be your pediatrician.  

I fell in love with her.  

You will too.  

She and her husband will be there when you're born.  

They are so excited to meet you!  

Here they are.
Dr. Lui and Dr. Rowe
You'll see these faces possibly before you'll even see  mine!
They are sweet, wonderful people.

I have also been prepping for you by splattering/spilling everything and anything on my baby bump.  

Super cool.  

This is just after making cupcakes.  

10 points I'd say.

Also, I've been eating so much watermelon.

I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to birth a baby or a watermelon.

I seriously have an addiction.

(I guess I remembered to tell you that because my belly looks like a watermelon in the above picture.)

Baby girl, have I mentioned to you that your daddy is European?  

He likes small cars.  

He hopes that someday this will be his.  

At the Auto Show last weekend (that we had free tickets to because daddy did a story for them), he was sure to analyze every car he liked to make sure that there would be room for a car seat in the back seat.  Always thinking of his baby girl.

In other preparations, I've been preparing to teach you how to be a lady.

I've been reading and re-reading this book and laughing my head off, but learning grand things as well.

I'm overwhelmed by the unladylike acts of so many women in this world.  

Lets try to steer clear of that, ok?

I know you will come to this earth as lovely as the day is long and I promise to do my best to help you stay that way.

I've also been thinking about how I can teach you to LOVE.  

Love is a really glorious thing.

Loving someone.

Being loved by someone.

Loving people that you hardly even know.

Loving those who may hurt our feelings.

Feeling love for those who need it most.

Even loving those that we least want to love.

It's all grand and I believe there's no room in our hearts for anything BUT love.

Hearts are small.

We'd better fill them wisely.

We are in for some grand adventures, little one.  

I hope you're ready.

Personally, I couldn't be happier.

Love, Mommy

Lesson 1 for the girl baby: Things every teenage female should know

I'm having a girl baby.  She is currently kicking me in the ribs.  This joyous moment has inspired me to write her the first of many messages all about things she should know as a female.  It's a crazy time and place for the female breed.  So, here it is:

LESSON 1

Things Every Teenage Female Should Know

If another girl is mean to you, take it as a compliment.  It just means that she's jealous of you.  You must be really pretty, talented, smart, or something else fabulous.

You don't actually have to go to that party for people to like you.  There's always so much talk about how awesome parties are.  Are they really?  I mean seriously, no one makes delicious gourmet food for a high school party.  No one will be doing a best and worst dressed in the upcoming People magazine from your high school party.  And finally, drinking alcohol makes EVERY HUMAN act and look embarrassing...no exceptions...ever.  So, why exactly would you go to a high school party?  I'd much rather be at home, eating ramen noodles, and happy-crying over a chick-flick with my BFF.

Wearing tight clothes, low-cut shirts, and short skirts/shorts make you look easy.  Looking easy never got anyone anywhere good.  End of conversation.

You are actually prettier with less makeup.  Moving in to the "make up phase" of life is so exciting and it's easy to cake it on.  I remember one morning in my high school career where I walked into my mother's classroom for 1st period at which time she lovingly looked at me with the "what happened?" eyes.  She then excused me from school so I could go home, wash my face, and try again.  I've never caked it on since.  What a wise woman.

99.9% of the time, your high school sweetheart WILL NOT BECOME YOUR HUSBAND (thank heavens).  Therefore, there is no reason to cry yourself to sleep over a break-up, have dramatic arguments, or ditch your girlfriends.  Truth be told...waste of time.

Acting stupid only makes you attractive to the stupid guys.  Acting smart makes you attractive to the smart guys.  Smart guys will probably be richer.  Your choice.

Your parents do what they do because they love you.  I can guarantee that before telling you "no" they didn't think to themselves "how can I make my daughter super miserable today?"  or "I want my daughter to be the outcast of the school."  Not likely.

A guy who expects that you'll do more than kiss him goodnight is a loser.  There are no other explanations for it.  

Just because something costs a lot or has the most talked about brand plastered across it does not mean that it is classy nor does it mean that it will look good on you.  Chances are it was made for the super-skinny, no curve girl OR the one who has had a long list of plastic surgeries.  After all that work, she'd BETTER look amazing in absolutely everything she puts on...otherwise, how embarrassing for her.

"That time of the month" is not a free ticket to act like a jerk.  Every woman goes through the same thing every month and if we all acted how we feel like acting, we would probably have ZERO friends, ZERO job, and we would have killed off or seriously harmed anyone who remotely resembles a male.  Pull yourself together and be nice.

Bottom line:

image via prettystuff

Girl Baby: 

We will review these over and over again as you get older.  I promise that these things are for real (tried and tested by yours truly) and they will help you to have a much happier teenage existence.  

Love, Mommy


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