Megastar848
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Dear Baby,
I am growing more concerned everyday that I will never meet you. I've thought about you my entire life. When I was little, I pretended I was your mom with my baby dolls. I was a nanny for several families and it was great practice so that I'd know what to do when I met you. I even put off trying to have you for the first 3 years of my marriage so that I could be a good role model for you -- I worked hard and have a career I'm proud of. And now, that I want you more than ever, it turns out I might never meet you.
Your dad and I have tried for a while to have you. At first, we thought it would be fun. And then we started to get worried. All of our friends are popping out little ones like it's the easiest thing in the world. Our facebook feeds are like Gerber Baby modeling catalogs. When we have parties now, the children outnumber the adults. Your grandparents have stopped asking if we are going to have children, which is a blessing, but it's also a reminder that I might never get to call my mom to tell her I'm pregnant with you.
Today, I went to the doctor for help. My doctor was fixated on my 13 pound weight gain in one year. YES! I am fixated on that as well, doctor lady! But I came here already feeling like my body doesn't work the way it's supposed to! Yes, I stopped running and probably have comforted myself a bit too much with food. But you, doctor lady have three healthy kids and so when I started crying when you told me I needed to lose weight, and you looked uncomfortable and told me this was time to learn good stress management, it took all I had not to clock you.
So, baby, I miss you and I don't even know you. Your room is empty and waiting for you -- it has been since we bought a house big enough for you. If I ever meet you, and you grow up and ever have trouble having kids of your own, I promise these few things. I will never tell you not to stress about it. I will never blame you for having trouble achieving the only thing you believe you're put on this earth to do. I will just listen to you and tell you that it's awful and it sucks. And that's all.
Love,
Mommy
I am growing more concerned everyday that I will never meet you. I've thought about you my entire life. When I was little, I pretended I was your mom with my baby dolls. I was a nanny for several families and it was great practice so that I'd know what to do when I met you. I even put off trying to have you for the first 3 years of my marriage so that I could be a good role model for you -- I worked hard and have a career I'm proud of. And now, that I want you more than ever, it turns out I might never meet you.
Your dad and I have tried for a while to have you. At first, we thought it would be fun. And then we started to get worried. All of our friends are popping out little ones like it's the easiest thing in the world. Our facebook feeds are like Gerber Baby modeling catalogs. When we have parties now, the children outnumber the adults. Your grandparents have stopped asking if we are going to have children, which is a blessing, but it's also a reminder that I might never get to call my mom to tell her I'm pregnant with you.
Today, I went to the doctor for help. My doctor was fixated on my 13 pound weight gain in one year. YES! I am fixated on that as well, doctor lady! But I came here already feeling like my body doesn't work the way it's supposed to! Yes, I stopped running and probably have comforted myself a bit too much with food. But you, doctor lady have three healthy kids and so when I started crying when you told me I needed to lose weight, and you looked uncomfortable and told me this was time to learn good stress management, it took all I had not to clock you.
So, baby, I miss you and I don't even know you. Your room is empty and waiting for you -- it has been since we bought a house big enough for you. If I ever meet you, and you grow up and ever have trouble having kids of your own, I promise these few things. I will never tell you not to stress about it. I will never blame you for having trouble achieving the only thing you believe you're put on this earth to do. I will just listen to you and tell you that it's awful and it sucks. And that's all.
Love,
Mommy
