When you were 4 weeks (in utero), I found out I was having you and your Daddy looked amazed.
When you were 5 weeks, your Daddy left for OCS, and you and I spent all week in bed crying.
When you were 6 weeks, you and I spent a lot of time at Marty & Bree’s, watching Madmen and eating chocolate cake.
When you were 7 weeks, you and I lived off egg sandwiches and fruit. It was all you wanted for weeks.
When you were 8 weeks, I heard your heart beat for the first time and I thought I’d die of feeling so proud of you.
When you were 9 weeks, Daddy’s pillow stopped smelling like him and your Aunt Fran came down to make us feel better. We ate crepes, and walked on the pier and saw dolphins.
When you were 10 weeks, we went on a cruise and you did not like the rocking of the boat at all. I lost 3 pounds that week.
When you were 11 weeks, your Oma Lucienne looked at you on ultrasound and was 90% sure you were a boy.
When you were 12 weeks, we visited Arizona and spent a lot of time lounging in the pool.
When you were 13 weeks, I found out that you were definitely a boy. I e-mailed your Daddy and he was so excited, but I would have done anything to have been able to tell him face to face. We spent our one year anniversary apart, but he sent me the most beautiful watch. I felt so loved.
When you were 14 weeks, Aunt Alleah was visiting and she made the time without your Daddy go by so much faster. I can’t wait for you to meet her.
When you were 15 weeks, my Momma threw a sailor-themed baby shower for you and all the girls drank champagne to celebrate while you and I opened so many thoughtful presents.
When you were 16 weeks, Aunt Leah and I took you to Huntington Beach, San Diego Zoo, and on lots of walks down San Clemente Pier. I still had not gained any weight for you yet, so we made sure to order milkshakes when we visited Ruby’s.
When you were 17 weeks, WE SAW YOUR DADDY AGAIN! We flew to Rhode Island and I fell even more crazy in love with him all over again. We watched him graduate OCS and felt so impossibly proud of him.
When you were 18 weeks, I still couldn’t get over how handsome your Daddy looked in his uniforms. We checked out our new Rhode Island apartment and bought a car we could fit a carseat in for you.
When you were 19 weeks, I had to fly back to California and say goodbye to San Clemente. We watched as they packed everything in our little ocean-view apartment and sent it away to the East Coast. I cried a lot saying goodbye to all our loved ones there…I might have even cried again when the plane took off out of Orange County.
When you were 20 weeks, you were half way done cooking! Your handsome Daddy turned 24.
When you were 21 weeks, I was very, very, very homesick.
When you were 22 weeks, your Daddy and I explored all over Newport and Boston, getting a feel for our new (although pretty temporary) home. We fell in love with the cannolis in Little Italy.
When you were 23 weeks, I learned a lot about your Daddy’s new career at a road show they presented. We decided on no submarines for Daddy- we never wanted to be out of communication with him again like we were when he was at OCS.
When you were 24 weeks, your Daddy and I started to feel settled in.
When you were 25 weeks, your Daddy started Surface Warfare Officer School, a short basics course.
When you were 26 weeks, my Momma came out to visit. We wandered around the farmer’s market, Cliff Walk, and Thames.
When you were 27 weeks, my belly was starting to get really big. Even though I hadn’t gained much weight, your fetal measurements were consistently a week ahead. They said you would probably make your debut long before your original due date.
When you were 28 weeks, fall came to Rhode Island.
When you were 29 weeks, you passed your glucose tolerance test with flying colors! Three blood draws after fasting wasn’t fun, but your Daddy did his best to make it a good time. He’s the best.
When you were 30 weeks, your Daddy helped pull a jet down an airport runway to raise money and awareness for MS!
When you were 31 weeks, Uncle Marty & Aunt Bree came to visit! We explored Providence, Boston, Bristol, Tiverton, and Newport and Aunt Bree made her famous chocolate birdie’s for us again (trust me, it’s already one of your favorites).
When you were 32 weeks, Aunt Amanda came to visit! I started to feel very spoiled getting to spend so much quality time with loved ones.
When you were 33 weeks, your Daddy and I flew to San Clemente to visit!! The airline stewardesses eyed you nervously.
When you were 34 weeks, your Daddy and I left San Clemente full up on love from seeing all our friends and family. I was hard to say goodbye to home again.
When you were 35 weeks, you were so big that I could see all your limbs moving around under the skin of my belly when you turned over.
When you were 36 weeks, your Daddy and I had our first Thanksgiving away from family…but we celebrated with our new Navy family instead and felt very blessed.
When you were 37 weeks, I was having so many Braxton-Hicks contractions that I thought for sure you were trying to make your way into the world a few weeks early, and your measurements kept telling us that was a strong possibility. We started to expect you would come around December 10.
When you were 38 weeks, my Momma flew in to make sure she was here for showtime.
When you were 39 weeks, my doctor was concerned that maybe your head was too big for my pelvis, which would explain why you hadn’t dropped. She ordered an ultrasound, but the results came back normal. Nothing to worry about! You just weren’t read to come out yet, and with it being 32 degrees outside….I couldn’t blame you.
Today, you are 40 weeks. You made it to your original due date! I never would have believed it a few weeks ago. I am so excited to meet you that in this waiting time it feels like I am swinging between pure bliss and hopeless despair at any given moment. I know I have so much to be thankful for, I had such a blessed pregnancy: no stretch marks, no gestational diabetes, no high blood pressure, plenty of energy, and I stayed at the minimum weight gain. In these last few days (or hours?!) before you come, I’m choosing to focus on how beautiful the whole experience has been rather than trying to rush you into coming. I’m done answering questions about why you aren’t here yet. What will be, will be. But Kai, if you can, do come soon. You can’t imagine how many kisses are waiting for you out here.