Dear Baby Mine,
Right now you're only about the size of a lentil. Yep, just 1/4 inch long.
How is it then, that your mommy is getting so big already?
My body is rapidly changing... my stomach is expanding, my waist is thickening.
Not looking pregnant at all, just pudgy. Like really pudgy.
It's also hard to believe that something so small could be the cause of so much worry and anxiety.
I worry about you. A lot. Maybe more than I should.
I lie awake for hours at night because of my over-anxiety for you.
It's just that we've waited so long for you, and now that you're here, well, I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you.
I think about you all the time, I pray for you every chance I get.
I hope you don't think I'm complaining.
I'd gladly do anything for you.
In fact, if getting you, dear baby, meant that I'd never sleep another ounce, and ended up gaining 200 pounds...well, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
For you. I would.
Speaking of heartbeats...I get to hear yours soon.
Make it strong for your daddy and me.
I love you so.