Dear Little One,
As I sit here in my car in the soft rain, having just devoured a delicious grilled PB&J (you have me craving peanut butter like crazy lately) I am thinking about last night.
Your Daddy and I toured the hospital where you will be born in just 16 short weeks. 4 months Little One. As we walked down the lavender hallways of the hospital a smile spread across my face and I couldn't wait until we are there for real. Until we get to find out if you are our baby boy or baby girl. Until we get to see if you have your Daddy's dimples or my nose. Until we get to cuddle you and soothe you when you cry.
I know that those first hours and weeks and months will be tiring, you'll be brand new to this world so of course you'll need time to adjust. But I. Can't. Wait.
And neither can your Dad. You have been kicking like crazy in my tummy but have been stingy in letting others feel your strength. After some squirms and one big high five you now stop moving all together if Daddy puts his hand on my belly. Last night he said he wants to invent a belt that he and I could each wear. Mine would have a sensor that picks up your little kicks and punches and then it would send those signals over to his so that he could "feel" your kicks too. Now he may change his mind later when your little arms and legs get stronger and start to hurt rather than just tickle. But for now he can't wait until he can experience more of your pregnancy than fetching slurpee and reeses pieces at 10 pm or listening to me grunt as I roll my now very round but soon to be rounder belly over at night.
We are so excited to meet you Little One. So excited to have a real name for you. To be able to know what pronoun to use and stop feeling guilty for calling you It. But you stay nice and tight in there and keep growing nice and strong and we will see you in July, sweet thing. We will be ready and waiting :)
Love,
Mommy
