Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Last night Christopher and I went to bed early. I was exhausted (as I have been most evenings), and all I could think about, from the second he walked in the door, was how badly I wanted to snuggle up and bury myself in my nest of pillows and blankets and call it a night.
Before going to sleep, I pulled up my shirt to reveal my tummy, and said to Christopher "look, right there", and pointed towards the area just left of my belly button. He tore his eyes away from the tv (I know honey, Pawn Stars on History, it was rough), and surely- the bean stretched. A little poke from under my belly, an outreached arm or foot, causing an obvious ripple in my smooth skin and making his or her presence known.
A few weeks ago I got a surprise package from one of our wonderful sponsors. Miss Maggie (please take just a minute to visit her shop, if you've never done so) had knitted these beautiful booties and matching hat, wrapped them in a simple black ribbon, and attached a little note that said "something green, for the bean".
"eeeeeee!", I squealed.
Right away, I could picture in my head an itty bitty baby, wrapped in nothing but green yarn, and my loving arms.
Still, the bean doesn't have much of its own. We haven't bought a single thing for it, we haven't brought any of our gently used baby things in from the garage to set up in our bedroom where the bean will be staying- we're completley unprepared, all while having been prepared since the test read positive.
I can't wait to wrap our baby bean, whether it be a girl or a boy, in these miniature handmade slippers and newborn sized hat- expect a ridiculous amount of pictures.
Thank you, Maggie. We love them. And our bean will too.