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4:20 p.m. - 2006-09-12
Letter to TBIMT: 28 Weeks Pregnant
Dear TBIMT - Tomorrow we go see the nice doctor for our 28 week appointment. Anyone who can divide by 4 knows that means I'm 7 months pregnant, and anyone who can subtract knows that it's still 3 months until December, and anyone who can add knows that 7 + 3 = 10. Which means that second graders can understand that pregnancy is 10 months long, but doctors can't. Anyway, at our 28 week appointment, I'm going to have to drink some (by all accounts) nasty stuff to test and see if I have gestational diabetes. That would be bad, because it would make you grow even bigger, and anyone who has seen your dad's head knows that this is gonna be a tight fit already. Speaking of your dad, and heads, that was him that kneed you in the head the other night, and me that freaked out about it for several hours afterwards. What a bunch of fancy dancing you did! I truly hope it was to get back into whatever could be considered a comfortable position in there, and not some sort of indication that something was broken. Also I hope I can one day laugh at myself about how freaked out I got, even though several days later I'm still kinda freaking out about it. Moving on to you. Not only can you hear, you are starting to open and close your eyes! Your dad has been pretty involved in talking to you in the evenings, except when your uncle is here making him smoke cigarettes in the garage. You have my permission to beat up your uncle any time you feel you have the eye-hand coordination to do so. According to what I've read, that could take a few more months. Also according to what I've read, you're supposed to be about 14" long and weigh about 2 pounds by now! How are you getting along in there? Hope you don't take after your dad with his claustrophobia. I'm going to take this opportunity to encourage you to stay happy in there for quite a while yet, because your room is nowhere near done. Also, the books say you can survive out here in the cold hard world, but it's not gonna be fun or easy when your lungs and eyes aren't really all systems go yet. Also, this is the most amazing experience of my life, and I'm just not ready for it to end yet. Love, Mama
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