Dear baby,
I have the chorus to "Forever Young" stuck in my head, but the word "young" has been replaced by "pregnant."
We're out of room, you and I! I can't imagine how cramped you are in there, folded and smooshed. We have had several hopeful evenings full of contractions, but to no avail, and they've got to tire you out just like they do me. Are you as excited to meet us as we are to meet you? Do you have any idea how much we want to meet you?
I've had to accept that I can't coax you into our world though baby. It just hasn't been time yet, no matter how much I want these contractions to stick to their guns and get a move on. Sometimes your daddy stops in his tracks, looks at me and says "I really want to meet the baby." It is precious and makes my heart feel achey too- we love you so much it hurts and we are getting desperate to kiss your face all to pieces.
Your Babah and your Auntie Kristi check in on you almost hourly. Mommy's brother has even emailed your daddy multiple times from Brazil to check in on you. All the way from Brazil! The world wants you kiddo. I have no idea when you're going to finally arrive, but you are going to be received with such celebration and love I am sure it will make my heart absolutely burst. And I can't wait.
I love you.
Love, mom
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