Dear Sophia,
even if you will turn four in three months; even though I can see you
growing tall and sweet; even if you are saying more often “I can
help”, you must know that you are forever, ever, ever, ever my sweet
little baby.
So my sweet little darling baby, please do not cry. Do not cry when I
shake [...]
Archive for the ‘When he was in me- May 2007’ Category
Don’t cry, my darling baby
Posted in Letters to the girls, When he was in me- May 2007 on May 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Watery thoughts
Posted in When he was in me- May 2007 on May 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I am not sure what to put in for the title of this one, but these are thoughts that came to me during our vacation in Rocky Point, Mexico. We were actually poised between the desert and the ocean, but we spent a lot of time near the sea, so it felt like it was [...]
The second birth
Posted in When he was in me- May 2007 on May 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I was impatient for Sophia’s birth. I think it was the heat. And being so big, not being able to fit into clothes anymore. And people telling me I look huge, and that I should be popping any day now! Ralf’s uncle and aunt from Germany visited us about a month before my due date [...]
Stop … …
Posted in When he was in me- May 2007 on May 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Stop… everything is wheeling and spinning; ringing and buzzing; slamming and turning.
I need Time to stop. Rather, not go so fast. How can this be week 31 already? I need more time with my girls. I feel the same feeling. That loss of “just us two” to now “just us three”; me and my girls. [...]
The stories our bodies tell
Posted in When he was in me- May 2007 on May 11, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Yesterday afternoon I realize all of a sudden I had something that looked like a big patch of bruise on the back of my left leg, a little above the ankle. I was folding laundry in the tailor-sit pose and thought there was something dirty, or I had a bruise. then I realized it’s a [...]
Crazy pregnancy brain
Posted in When he was in me- May 2007 on May 3, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Dear baby,
my thoughts are so crazy careening, zipping here and there, screeching, turning, spinning. Like a crazy nut. I have been told that’s what I am, and at times I even believe that. I must be nuts for all these many things, because I never ever make up my mind. I wanted to be a [...]
