The final stretch - literally!

You recently turned 27 weeks old - a day that officially starts off the third trimester. Your movements are much more frequent now - sometimes they are large othertimes I just feel slight squirmy motions. I love them all. They remind me that you are alive and well and very much a sentient being. The other morning at 4:00 am when it was just you and I in bed I put our portable bose soundsystem on my belly and let you listen to some classical and opera music. I'll never know if you enjoy this or if it is too much for your just developing brain and nervous system, but you sure did kick away to the sound. It was a peaceful moment in the early morning before everyone woke up - just you and I in bed with music and motion. Lately I have been waking up in the middle of the night awake and alert. Sometimes I feel you awake too. It feels like just the two of us in that underwater feel of the deep quiet of late night. I can't say I mind this awakefullness at odd hours - although the next day I suffer from it. My days at work are starting to feel more and more tiring and ill fitting. I move around much slower these days as my belly is getting larger.
Last night we went to Paloma's birthday party. Paloma just turned two years old. She is the daughter of one of you mama's best friend from her highschool days. You will most likely develop a crush on her once the two of you reach that age. She has strawberry blond hair, hazel eyes, and the sweetest disposition. Your father and I watched all of the two year olds running around and thought about how our lives are soon to head in this direction. Afterwards we had dinner with your grandparents. They tried to squeeze your name out of us but we kept silent. They are very excited over you and most of the conversation centered on you. They will, most likely, be the first two people that you meet after your father and I. They live close by and will become an important part of your life. We loaded up your changing table in the car in a light rain and headed back over the wet and sparkly bridge to our home in San Francisco. Both your mama and papa were grateful to hit the sack. We cozied up and in the morning read the NY Times off of our laptops. Your mama spent a good portion of today leisurely thumbing through the New York Times very much aware that times like these will become hard fought when you and your needs are out in the world. What a change that will be!
Much love,
mama