||[Jul. 22nd, 2010|11:32 pm]
Exactly 28 weeks ago today, I saw you for the first time on a grainy screen in a doctor's office. I fell in love with you in that moment -- when you went from being a mystery to being real.
I loved you more at every milestone... the first time I felt you flutter in my belly, when I saw you fully formed at 19 weeks (a real tiny person!), when you got the hiccups during that big meeting, and a million more.
I love you immeasurably already, little one, and I know I can't even begin to imagine how I will feel when you are finally in my arms.
But I swear to you, if you do not make your way out of my womb post-haste, I will tear you out of my abdomen with my bare hands.
(Nature is really amazing, in that I'm pretty sure that the only thing worse than childbirth would be still being pregnant more than 2 weeks from now. We are ready when we need to be, I suppose.)