Dear Little Gas,
First of all, I'll address the obvious and apologize for the sad state of your current nickname. Trust me when I say I don't like the name at all and I hope it doesn't stick around for long. It came about when I was lying on the couch, rubbing my bloated stomach, moaning unhappily. Warren (your dad) saw me doing this and asked if I could feel a 'bump' yet. I said 'sorta, but it could just be a little gas'. In that moment you became our sweet Little Gas. Sorry about that. The other option was 'Demanding Beast Inside My Uterus', so this is probably the lesser of two evils.
Moving on to the point of this letter.
I've had a rough few weeks since I found out about you, I won't lie. Physically I've been feeling like hell (pardon my language), and emotionally I've been somewhat of a wreck. Crying over everything one minute, and giggling like a fool high on sugar the next. The thought of telling people about you makes me nauseous, so I don't. The thought of losing you deflates me, and there's nothing I can do to make sure it doesn't happen. I'm at the mercy of nature, and so are you. So I figured instead of continuing to go this alone, I'd reach out to you. I'd acknowledge you with a letter, and tell you that I am happy. I'm happy to have been thrown back into this so soon. Happy to have a husband who understands I'm going through a lot. Happy to have friends and family who, even though they are completely suspicious, do not pry too much. I am happy that big sweaters are in style (still need to get me some of those), and that tight pants can be explained away with the holidays. Now you know. I'm happy.
Hope you're doing okay in there. Chat soon.
Your Mom, Amanda.
First of all, I'll address the obvious and apologize for the sad state of your current nickname. Trust me when I say I don't like the name at all and I hope it doesn't stick around for long. It came about when I was lying on the couch, rubbing my bloated stomach, moaning unhappily. Warren (your dad) saw me doing this and asked if I could feel a 'bump' yet. I said 'sorta, but it could just be a little gas'. In that moment you became our sweet Little Gas. Sorry about that. The other option was 'Demanding Beast Inside My Uterus', so this is probably the lesser of two evils.
Moving on to the point of this letter.
I've had a rough few weeks since I found out about you, I won't lie. Physically I've been feeling like hell (pardon my language), and emotionally I've been somewhat of a wreck. Crying over everything one minute, and giggling like a fool high on sugar the next. The thought of telling people about you makes me nauseous, so I don't. The thought of losing you deflates me, and there's nothing I can do to make sure it doesn't happen. I'm at the mercy of nature, and so are you. So I figured instead of continuing to go this alone, I'd reach out to you. I'd acknowledge you with a letter, and tell you that I am happy. I'm happy to have been thrown back into this so soon. Happy to have a husband who understands I'm going through a lot. Happy to have friends and family who, even though they are completely suspicious, do not pry too much. I am happy that big sweaters are in style (still need to get me some of those), and that tight pants can be explained away with the holidays. Now you know. I'm happy.
Hope you're doing okay in there. Chat soon.
Your Mom, Amanda.
1 comments:
HA! Love the nickname "Little Gas"...or at least the story behind it is cute. :)
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