NIPT is in! and we got the inside scoop. SI, my 12-week-old plum, you’re a girl! Admittedly you probably already knew you were a girl since you are you. Then again, I don’t think Teddy knows what a boy or a girl is at this point, based on his insistence on calling me Mama in perpetuity. So, SI what does it mean for your life going forward. Well, your mom is stoked on the endless supply of cute outfits. I’m stoked I can now say I have a favorite Son and a favorite Daughter. I suppose there will also be cute outfits from me, though I think yours much like Teddy’s with be nerd culture based. You’ll probably have a lifetime of bullshit sexism ahead of you but fuck that noise. You’ll be strong, and independent, and totally kick ass. So anyone who gets in your way you’ll just fuck their shit up. Of course, you’ll also be awesome, caring, and empathetic cause we don’t want you to be a total dick either. How about fuck haters, spread kindness?
Let’s see what else… your mom hasn’t stopped throwing up in eight weeks, so I guess remember this when you think the only time you have to be nice is on Birthday / Mother’s Day. I have yet to throw up so I guess you can always be a jerk to me. I do get all the takeout your mom ask’s for, so that’s gotta be something.
I have been reflecting a lot lately on my own parents. My dad, your grandpa died in December 2022, and my mom died in August 2020 (Not Covid Related, though it certainly made things a pain in the ass) I’m sad their life’s only included such a small part of my own. This is the curse of having kids late in life I suppose. Which makes me sad for both of you. I want to live forever so I can be part of your whole existence, but somehow that seems unrealistic. I guess I’ll just have to cherish the time I do have with you 🙂 Don’t worry it will be enough to give you such great highs plus tons of material to talk to a therapist about when you get older.
I’m sad my parents will never get to know you. I’m sad my parents really never got to know me as an adult. My Mom never made it to Seattle, she’s basically been too sick to travel since 2012. My Dad at least made it out a couple of times plus the wedding before the dementia got too bad. They both got to meet Kate in person, which was great, but it’s just such a small part of my own existence I got to share. I never got to share my ups and downs. As my dad got older, he did become warmer, but there was always this wall between us because of our past, so our conversations seemed more like a status report with forced advice that I didn’t want. I really can’t remember talking to my mom about anything real as an adult. She loved me but she wasn’t great at about I guess engaging. I think the TLDR here is being a parent is hard. We don’t mean to fuck up, we want to be perfect but that will never happen. My parents were far from perfect, but I do genuinely believe they tried their best with what was given to them. Plus look at my life now! It’d be delusional to think that who I am today was independent of who my parents were. Rocky starts can still lead to success. I do know one thing. Even though your grandparents died before you came into existence, I know they would have been boundlessly happy if they gotten the news.