25 Weeks

How far along? 25 weeks
Baby is the size of a cauliflower!
I started filling in my typical weekly update post, but almost instantly became bored with my responses. Instead of doing what's expected...I'm changing it up.









Dear Baby Girl,

I can call you that now because everyone knows. Your family celebrated together this past weekend at our house; we had gyros, cookies, and taco dip (there was more food, but seriously, after taco dip does anything else really matter?). I have to tell you how wonderful your dad was with getting the house ready for guests. Yes, I did most of the decorating and planning, but he did ALL OF THE CLEANING! While I stood in the kitchen cooking some of the snacks, he ran around the house vacuuming, wiping windows, organizing rooms and clutter, cleaning bathrooms (both toilets!), folding laundry, and so many other things. When my feet started hurting, he gave me his cushy sandals to wear around. Any time the dogs needed to go outside before new people arrived (Olive still pees when she gets too excited), your dad took the lead and made sure every guest was greeted by the crazy ball of dog fur outside where she could pee without worry. He didn't get annoyed with me when I asked him to change his shirt to a blue one because I was wearing pink. He swept the pink confetti into the trash after the party popping craziness, and then swept it up again after your cousins spilled their plastic bags of confetti all over the floor. After everyone left, instead of heading straight to bed, he helped me take all of the decorations down and washed the dishes. I love waking up to a clean kitchen (thank your grandma Lazarescu for that). You have the best dad; we are so lucky to have him in our lives. Especially you...because you know, you wouldn't exist otherwise. FYI. Welcome to basic biology.


Baby girl, we love you. We are excited to meet you in 15 weeks! Every time you kick me I'm happy because it shows me that you are growing and active. You like to kick me after lunch and about 10 minutes after we lay down in bed. Last night you were kicking away after I ate some Christmas cookies. Maybe it was the extra frosting I slathered on each cookie that made you do jumping jacks!

I have to warn you...you're our first baby, and we have NO IDEA WHAT WE'RE DOING! Your dad and I have ideas of how to raise you, and we talk about hypothetical situations often. However, we are human and will make many mistakes as parents. We know that our perfect visions of the future are works of our imagination and not reality. I hope you can sense our open hearts and minds as we hold you that first day in the hospital. If not, we promise to show you that as often as possible as you are our dream come true. Our baby girl...teach us patience, share our laughter, forgive our errors, and make mistakes along with us while we work to be the strongest family we can be. As your dad always says, "Teamwork makes the dream work." Or something like that.