My darling Squoosh (don’t worry, we are working on your name!)
I can’t begin to describe the joy that overtook my heart when the ultrasound technician told me you were a girl. I was crying tears of happiness and I hadn’t even noticed until I realized that tears were dripping off my face. I have been waiting for you.
If you had been a boy, that would have been fine too. Your brother is an absolute angel and if it was meant to be that we had more testosterone in our family and that I was to be outnumbered, then I would have said “so be it” and been fine. But it wasn’t meant to be. YOU were meant to be.
My dreams swim of your life. I’ve envisioned playing dress up with you, daydreamed of going to dance classes, music classes, shopping, pedicures and yes, even your wedding. I am ready for you.
However, I am not naive. Because of all the things I want, I know there is a strong likelihood that you will want to dig in the dirt, play with bugs and run around with skinned knees. That is fine. (However, if you decide at any point to spit, we’ll have a talk about ladylike behavior. (wink.))
I also know that we will have our moments. I, of course, did with my mother. But I hope that once we get through those few tumultuous years, that we’ll grow back together and once more have a bond that’s etched in time. (Fingers crossed please!)
You baffle me already. There is such a strong hold on my heart and we still have another 20 weeks or so until I get to meet you. I am full of questions. What color eyes will you have? Will you look like me or your father? Will you be like your brother or totally different? I know I just have to wait and see, but it’s hard not to be impatient.
So until we meet…grow strong my little one. Stay healthy. Know that your mommy and daddy love you very much.
All my love,