Dear Baby,
Today is the day, it's finally here. January 27. Your dad and I have had this date in our heads for months and months. Neither of us could sleep last night. However, I'm quite certain you've decided not to be born today. I don't think you're ready yet. And that's okay. We're just so eager to meet you little baby.
We went to the doctor yesterday and both you and I are doing great. You are doing what you are supposed to be doing and getting ready. And my body is getting ready as well. We heard your heartbeat and I cried. I pictured you inside of me, fully grown and ready to go, just hanging out, sometimes getting the hiccups, using your feet to kick my ribs, and your elbows to poke out of my sides. We are overwhelmed with how much we love you and you're not even here yet. We haven't met you.
So we won't have a birthday today. That's okay. It's supposed to be a nasty snowstorm today anyway. You and I will settle in for the day and not do much of anything. I have a blanket to finish knitting for you. If you could come in the next few days though, that would be great. I don't think I can wait until February. That seems like forever.
Love Mama.
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