Today is a Good Day




Dear Baby,

Today is a good day. I woke up at a decent time, after a decent sleep (which is really up for grabs every night — we never know if your mother gets enough sleep on any given night). For breakfast, I had left over fried rice from last night’s dinner, that your father so generously made for me. It’s surprising how much I love fried onions and the smell of it right now, while carrying you, especially given how much I claim to loathe onions before you even existed as a Bean. Your father’s fried rice is one of the best out there. And he’s not even Asian. You will be proud, baby, you will be proud of your father’s cooking. He definitely likes to do it more often than I do.

For lunch, your father treated me to some lovely egg and cheese sandwiches, all freshly made by his truly. You will love cheese, I think, seeing as how you already crave it even though I protest how much I dislike it on a regular basis. For whatever reason, you change everything that I have always known about myself. You take over me, completely and fully. The lunch was very good, and your father treats me very well while you are busy creating hair and plumping yourself up. I can’t imagine that this pattern of treating us well will stop after you are born. Your father has promised both of us that you will eat very well in his presence — with lots of good food that comes with lots of cheese (it must be the European side of him, and therefore the European side of you), maybe even some berries and strawberries to boot even though your mother abhors them. You will also love sauces, apparently, according to your father. And much to my dismay, I will try not to influence my bad eating habits onto you. I hope you don’t inherit my crazy eating rituals, and develop Picky Eating Syndrome.

Today is a good thing, Baby. You move lots, and you flip whenever you hear me preparing food. I am amused by your sense of humor and your absolute control over everything I do. There is no room to spare in this head of mine for anything else but you. And we are eating well, thanks to your father. Don’t forget to give him a smile and a kiss when you make your debut in a couple of months.

Love,
Your mother


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