Dear baby girl,
I never thought we'd make it this far. Yeah, I definitely, definitely, DEFINITELY expected to have popped by now. I guess I'll consider this good training for the first of many surprises you're sure to throw my way.
This last week was a big one for our family. On Monday, daddy and I celebrated nine years of being together. And by celebrated I mean stayed at home until I whined long enough that daddy took me out for an ice cream cone. It's really not his fault though, since I made him take Wednesday off work to celebrate our two year wedding anniversary. And making him plan two anniversary dates (because you better believe that's his job) two days apart isn't really all that fair. I guess.
In other news, I had one of those weird pregnancy moments where I realize you're real. Like, you know, a person. And coming. Sometime soon. Here's what went down: at our prenatal appointment, my midwife felt around and declared that you had dropped and were now sitting lower than the week before. "I could feel her head in your pelvis" she told me. Totally innocuous statement, right? Except then for some reason I become giddy because, wait for it, you HAVE A HEAD. That's right. I grew
Soon, maybe (hopefully!) even before I get to write you your next letter, it will be your birthday. Your actual birth day. The real deal. I told daddy I read about some couples baking a birthday cake to bring to the hospital to celebrate with after the baby is born.
Tonight there will be a full moon. Hopefully that means we'll get to put that cutesy birthday cake and bottle of champagne to use very, very soon.