Dear Baby A, I am your mother

Dear Baby,

You don't know me yet, but I'm your mother. Just typing those words sends chills through my body. I can't believe I'm going to be a mother. Some people spend years trying to have a child. You just happened. Don't get me wrong, there was no mistake in this matter. It was perfectly planned out by our creator in heaven. He has a purpose for you.

I'm sitting here in what your dad and I call the white room. It's basically a second guest room in our house and all of the furniture and linens are white. I spent all day yesterday cleaning out the closet and pitching junk. I want the room to be finished when you arrive and well, I'm a procrastinator. I figured if I get a lot done now, I won't stress out as much later on.

You're only 7 weeks in my womb right now…the size of a blueberry according to my iPhone app. Can you believe you were ever that small? Not one minute of the day goes by without you crossing my mind…."Did I overdo it today? Did I eat enough today? Should I eat more vegetables?"

Your dad and I were discussing baby names last night while eating mellow mushroom pizza. We don't know whether you are a boy or a girl, but we decided it's best to wait until we see your precious face to settle on a name. We have a few in mind. We love Finley and Canon for a boy and also Faye and Edelyn for a girl. He's excited that you are coming. He kisses my belly everyday and rubs his extremely long beard across it. We have never been more terrified and excited in our lives. We hope we will be good parents for you. We love you so much already.

-Me