I've needed to write this letter for a while now, but I guess I just didn't know what to say. I mean, it's pretty obvious that I love you - I've been sharing my ice cream with you for over nine months now, and we all know that that's true love (I don't even like to share with your dad, and I love him a lot). Where do I begin?
I thought you'd be here by now. Really, I did. Call me naiive, but I thought you'd be my sweet little Mother's Day present. I woke up that morning knowing that it wasn't your time, though. In fact, every morning I wake up and I know that it's not time to meet you yet. Every morning I'm a little heartbroken because I'm so ready to see your beautiful little face and hold you in my arms, but I try to remember that you're giving your dad and I just a few more days as a family of two.
Baby, I love you so, so much. Putting the love I feel for you into words is impossible. Really, it is. So much so, in fact, that I'm not even going to try.
Baby, I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm not ready. I mean, I'm ready to meet you, but am I ready to be your mother? Am I good enough? Will I teach you all the right things? I'm horrible at baking, so I can't teach you that. I'm not the best at sewing, so I probably can't teach you that, either. I'm not the most patient person, so patience is not a virtue you'll be inheriting from me (you'll get that from Dad). What will I teach you, then? I hope I'll teach you to love yourself. I hope I'll teach you to see how beautiful you are, both inside and out. I hope I'll teach you kindness, love, and empathy. I hope I'll teach you to respect yourself and those around you. I hope I'll teach you how to be a good person with good values.
Baby, I feel like I know you so much already. I know that you, like your daddy, love music. I know that you, like your mommy, are a stubborn little thing (why else would you still be in my belly 9 days past your due date?). I know that you're going to be a night owl (hello, future sleepless nights). I know that you love to listen to me read you stories and I know which lullabies are your favorite. I know that you are going to be ridiculously hard to shop for (you inherited some freakishly long legs). I know that we have a bond that is unlike any other.
Baby, please hurry up and come. We really can't wait to meet you.