To my dearest little lady,
You came into my life in a way I never could have anticipated. And while I had no intentions of planning for you to do so on that Sunday night, as soon as your dad and I walked in the door from our vacation, I've been planning for you to be mine for as long as I can possibly remember.
Your arrival into my life was a swift one, but you snuck your way into the very depths of my heart even faster. And I knew right then and there, with tears pouring down my face from all of the "holy crap" and "what just happened" feelings racing through my mind, while staring at that pee-covered stick, that I could never possibly love anyone more than you. You made me a momma right then and there and I would never be quite the same ever again.
The past nine months have been some of the happiest of my life getting to watch you grow, feel you move, and plan for your arrival.
You have made this experience such an enjoyable breeze that it still doesn't feel real sometimes because I feel so completely normal. Even your dad tells people that I haven't changed at all, as if I "was made to be pregnant", and that's saying something coming from him. You're so relaxed and smooth sailing that I've even had to get a couple non-stress tests just to make sure you're still alive and kicking in there! Goodness girlfriend, I can only hope you're just as calm on the outside because you've been quite the piece of cake so far.
But today we've officially reached your due date and I'm more than ready to finally find out exactly who you are and what you look like.
Your room is ready, the bags are packed, your clothes are clean, the baby gear is all put together, the gosh darn baseboards are clean - we're ready. I mean, you still don't have a name yet and your dad is for sure going to need me to give him a "How to Care for Baby 101" class as soon as you make your appearance... but we're ready.
Oh and speaking of your dad... you are so lucky to have him. He has been nothing short of amazing to me ever since we found out about you, so I can only imagine how quickly he'll become wrapped around your little finger, too. He's so excited to be your daddy. And he has been so invested and opinionated about whatever your name will be, which is a big part of the reason why you don't have one by now. Oh and whenever he works up enough courage to discipline you some day (he's worried about actually being able to do that haha) just know he loves you and has totally come around to the fact that there wasn't blue confetti in your gender reveal balloon. He even tried to order you the "girl" Red Sox onesies instead of the generic unisex ones. Thank goodness there was a shipping issue because, YOU'RE A YANKEES FAN, YOUNG LADY!
But in all seriousness, now that we're in our final days of you being on the inside, I can only sit here and imagine who you'll be on the outside.
I hope you find all the joys there are to discover in life. I hope you learn that love is the closest thing to magic you'll ever feel and experiencing it is worth a thousand heartaches. I hope you remember to stay sweet and always be helpful. To keep your heart open and your mind kind. I pray you question the world and all that's in it. That you never let anyone dull the innocent sparkle in your eyes. That you always keep your manners in your back pocket and remember respecting everyone and everything around you will always do the trick in keeping your moral compass straight. I hope you smile. I hope you dance. I hope staring up at the stars makes your head spin in wonderment. I pray you find your confidence and use it wisely. That you stand up for anything you feel is right and always try to be better than you were yesterday. I hope you become someone you can go to sleep at night feeling proud to be, because that's all that really matters in this life.
But above all else, I hope you remember that I love you more than any string of words could ever convey and that, even if you hate me, I'm only ever doing the best I can to not screw you up. I can't wait to meet you!