I get up thinking of you. I take my vitamins, just for you.
I wash my hands all day long.
I rub my belly, knowing youre in there, growing.
I drink water, and then some water, and then some more water.
I pee. Pee. Pee. Pee.
I pray for you, that you’re healthy and growing well, that we will be good parents.
I read about you all day when I can. I’m in awe at your development.
I talk about you, even to some who get tired of hearing how much I love you.
I worry about you. I worry about our future.
I plan, in my head, the way your room will look.
I touch baby car seats at stores just cause I know one day you’ll be in one.
I feel exhausted.
I clean with a passion.
I chat with other women about you, EDD buddies.
I tell your dad new things about you.
I let your brother, Jeremy, rub my belly and pretend he can feel you moving.
I love you and want the best for you.