Dear Lucy,
Hello! How is it going in there? Not too warm I hope. It feels like you are having fun… unless you just can’t get comfortable which I understand, I am having the same problem. Don’t worry, I don’t mind. I actually like it because it helps me to know that you are still alive in there. And, when you move around like a crazy person it gives your father an opportunity to hang out with you and enjoy you. You know that you have kicked him in the head once… we wont tolerate that kind of behavior when you are out of the belly but between you and me, I found it pretty hysterical.
I can’t believe that we get to meet you in 8 weeks!! I am so excited. Well, I am not so excited about the birthing part (if you could do anything to help out there, that would be great… like, come quickly?) but I am super excited to see your face for the first time. I wonder what you are going to look like. I am just imagining kissing your cute little baby soft thighs and smelling you and holding you… not to scare you or anything but I really have no idea what I am doing so just try and bear with me/us. Besides your father and I, lots of other people are excited to meet you too, especially you MiMi (that is what my Mommy wants you to call her), she calls and asks about you everyday.. she is the annoying woman who rubs you, talks to you and kisses you all of the time. Just kidding, she isn’t annoying (wink).
We have been praying for you. Specifically we have been praying for your mental and physical health but I have also been praying that you would be a prayer warrior (like Ms. Jessi) and that God would give you the gift of music, I pray that you will have a voice like an Angel. Your Mommy (me) LOVES to sing but unfortunately my singing voice kind of sounds like, well, a dying cat. I really hope that God gives you the same joy of singing and the voice to go along with it. Don’t feel bad if you don’t, you are getting your mother and fathers genes… it is somewhat inevitable that you wont be able to sing. We will love it either way!
Well, Mommy has to go for now, she has more work to do. I will talk to you later. Maybe if you stop kicking me in the ribs we can enjoy some dessert later… YUM! Kidding again, you can kick me in the ribs if you want. I will still eat dessert later.
Love,
Me!
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