04.25.08 :: 2:36 pm
Exactly 7 months ago you latched onto my insides.
I can't say enough about how eager I am to meet you or how thrilled and terrified I am to have my entire world thrown into upheaval, rearranged, and permanently altered.
I've been obsessively cleaning the house and spring cleaning in anticipation of your arrival. Throwing things out, disinfecting weekly, sweeping, mopping, folding and refolding your clothes...
Except today. Today you are either severely pissed or thrilled that I ate so much pad thai because you're doing that thing where you smush your butt and elbow out at me quite forcefully.
There you are again. Hello.
Today, I read that you have opened your eyes and you can see, although I'm not really sure what there is to see. And that you can taste. Big big developments, mister!
I want you to know that I am about 88% sure that I am ready for this, for you, for being a mom.
Nothing has as yet happened, or will ever happen, that will mean as much to me.
I think if I can make these things happen for you, I will have succeeded.
See you soon my Tater, my joy.
PS: Don't worry; if I completely screw things up, take comfort in the fact that we have your extremely capable Father on our team, who is entirely in a class by himself.
PPS: A little easy on the ol' bladder, k?