Dear Baby

 Dear Baby,

I already love you more than I ever thought possible.  I'm not sure what else could explain me being happy about throwing up this morning, or the near constant nausea, but I sure am, because to me, it means you're in there, and growing just as you should.  I know that's not always the case, but I'm choosing to be hopeful, and I'm trying very hard to worry less.

It's gloomy here today, the kind of weather that makes you want to curl up in bed with a movie or a good book.  Or, in my case, a trashcan.  Either/or.  But seriously, I'm so excited you're in there, I'm excited for you to stay there for a good long while, and I'm excited for you to be here, with your Daddy and I, snuggling under the covers on gloomy days.

Love,

Mama