Dear Baby

Dear baby,

I hope you know you're making Mommy miserably sick. But that's OK - she understands more than anyone that attention-getting starts at an early age, and she loves that you're calling attention to yourself. Right now you're a little blob, but you're Mommy and Daddy's blob, and I keep thinking to the future - when you're rolling around in Mommy's belly, when you're screaming at the top of your lungs wanting food/a new diaper/comforting/etc., when you're toddling around and we have to baby-proof everything, when you're playing ball with Daddy in the backyard, when you're heading off for your first sleepover, first day of school ... when you're learning to drive. When you're going to prom. When you leave for college. When you get married.

I know I've only known about you for a week, but I love you for eternity already. And I'll forgive you for this sickness that feels like it will never end, as long as you stay healthy and happy in there for the next few months.

Love,
Your mom