35 Weeks.

May 13, 2011

Dear Baby,

Sorry this letter is coming half a week late… I caught somewhat of a cold last weekend and it peaked on Wednesday with a fever, chills & body aches. I thought I was uncomfortable before, but being sick on top of being 8 months pregnant really takes the cake. Doctor prescribed some antibiotics for me & you will be happy to know that I am on the road to recovery. On a humorous note, though, I’ve discovered that laughing leads to coughing leads to peeing my pants a little bit. A typical conversation between me & your dad involves him cracking a joke & me telling him to stop it before I have a serious accident on my hands…. or in my pants.

I also started getting weekly check-ups this week. Dr. May (my heaven-sent OB who will be the one to deliver you into this world, Lord-willing!) says my cervix is 75% effaced and half a cm dilated. What does that mean exactly? I don’t really know taha. But he says my body is definitely preparing for labor & you are definitely head-down (good job!). A lot of people have been asking me lately if I’m nervous, and to be honest, I’m not! It is strange, but I think I am just ready to meet you. There are still so many loose ends left to tie up before you come, but all the big things are in place now — enough that I don’t feel like a crazed maniac anymore.

This week I think I did about 8 loads of laundry — washing all your new baby gear, all your itty bitty clothes, your sheets, blankets, and your stash of cool diapers haha. We also finally got the special backpack we ordered that we’ll be using as a diaper bag. I already stuffed it with your “going home” clothes from the hospital, my favorite baby blanket (that I hope will become your favorite too!), and a few other things. I have yet to pack the rest of our hospital gear. While I’m taking care of all the fun stuff, your dad has been slaving away taking care of me  (making me lemon & honey tea by the gallon, learning how to make chicken jook for the first time) and doing all the chores I don’t want to do (cleaning the bathrooms, doing the dishes, and vacuuming). It sounds funny, but I actually think he is nesting with me. Is that possible? Could there be such a thing as co-nesting?

And finally, I should really stop calling you Baby now. We decided on a name for you. Oliver David Hong. Ollie Hong. We love the name Oliver & I think it is very fitting for us, don’t you? Don’t ask us what it means though. ;) And David because both your Grandpa Kimn and Grandma Hong prayed that you would be like King David — a man after God’s own heart — from the earliest days, even before they knew you were a boy. Isn’t that so neat? It was totally meant to be.

Anyhoots, it’s time to sign off, little O. Just one more letter till we get to meet you & hold you in our arms. Or if we get lucky, you just might come before then! Either way, we. can’t. wait.

I love you for always,
your mum.