Dear little babe,
I'm starting to feel the little flutters... usually at night after your dad comes home from work. I like to think you're acknowledging that he's here, with us. I can't wait until they become stronger and more regular. I can't wait until he gets to feel them. I love seeing your connection grow once he has the assurance that I have had all along that there really is a little one growing in there. There's a little debate about whether to find out if you're a boy or girl, but it really doesn't matter. We love you and always will.
With hugs and kisses,
Mommy
p.s. If you kick harder during your favorite lullaby, I'll remember to sing that one more often.
Baby, Baby by Amy Grant
Baby, baby
I'm taken by the notion
To love you with the sweetest of devotion
Baby, baby
My love for you will flow from
The bluest skies to the deepest ocean
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