I always knew I wanted to be a mother. I think your daddy sometimes believes I married him just so I could have a baby (on some level, he might be right). The day I found out I was expecting I took about 6 pregnancy tests ( I have photographic evidence) not because I was in disbelief but because seeing those 2 little pink lines appear made me feel ecstatic/fulfilled/elated every time.
You grew inside me and the first time I felt you move was the greatest experience of my life and it all became so real.
I was a week overdue and even though my body could not take much more stretching I would have kept you in there forever. As I went into labor it dawned on me that we would never be this close again. For 9 months we were one and now you were ready to make your debut and I would have to share you with the rest of the world.
And here we are now, 14 months later and I'm glad I didn't keep you in my belly. Your smile brightens my soul and your sweet voice melts my heart.
Every night before I go to sleep I tiptoe into your room to see you sleeping. I'll probably do it always until the day you move out (oh my god! I can't believe that one day you'll move out!). And as I stroke your hair I realize that I won't always be able to protect you… that my responsibility to you is to show you how to protect yourself. Hopefully I won't let you down.
I just want you to know that mommy loves you.
8 months and 1 week pregnant...ready to pop!
Sophia, 13 months