It's been almost 9 months since you came to be (and far longer that I've dreamt of you). These months have been a rollercoaster. I've been ill, I've been weak, I've had to give things up, and then I felt great, but never for one moment have I regretted you. It's all been worth it. And I already know that the moment I hold you in my hands the first time, it'll reaffirm what I already know.
I've felt you tumble around since week 19... I won't ever forget that most precious moment when I felt that first kick against my belly. You've made me laugh and you've filled me with inexorable happiness. I love you immensely, my little hiccuping princess.
Your Daddy and I can't wait to meet you. (Everything is ready, it's just up to you now...) He's madly in love with you already, totally infatuated. You've reacted to his voice and his very presence since week 20, which makes me quite sure the feeling is mutual. Such a little Daddy's Girl!
We will continue to sing to you, and dance with you. You seem to like that. We will undoubtedly gaze at you in awe and disbelief. A lot. And we'll get things wrong sometimes. Go easy on us, we'll figure it out eventually. But rest assured, you're in good hands.
Now hurry up and get here, Little One. Let us finally put a face to our amazing Emily.
Inspired by and thanks to Beak Tweets and First Time For Everything.
[image is one of my maternity shoot photos]