Dear Baby H,
I've decided to take this opportunity to begin writing to you: as a way to chronicle our first journey together, as a way to remind me during the more difficult moments of the beauty that is you, and lastly in the hopes that someday we will meet you and then you'll be able to read this.
I'd also like to note that your Auntie Amy is another big part of this inspiration, since she has begun to write letters to her Gracie girl in blog form. I've loved reading these letters and although I resisted for awhile, I've decided the part in me that is a similar lover of words as Auntie Amy cannot hold back from this loving pursuit.
What really sealed the deal was me watching a film of one of my favorite non-fiction tales, Marley and Me. Now Baby H, you've made me quite a weepster, but let's be serious this book and movie did it to me a million times without your hormonal reactions involved. As I watched a particularly sad scene in the movie, I realized how I cannot wait to talk to you, and that it should not have to wait until you are born! You see, you're already very much alive, and being born would just be one more beautiful part of your life fulfilled. So for now, we will celebrate what we have and know of you.
In a nutshell, that is why I'm excited to write to you. To show you that you were magical even before your birthday. To give you an update on our preparations for the magic that is you, your daddy just spent most of this afternoon getting the flooring for your room ready. Your dad has done SO much for you already, including but not limited to, scouring your room bare of old carpet and walls, painting the walls, readjusting the molding, now adding the hardwood with the help of his handyman friend. Not to mention the fact that daddy has also been kicking the rest of our home renovations into high gear including having our family room redone and finishing our kitchen. Most importantly, your dad is going to be getting surgery on his hip in March so that he can move around easier with you! We are hoping and praying that this surgery is the first of many hospital blessings to come our way in the spring and summer.
Now, here's an update on you, Baby H. You are the size of a pear, well at least the length. You might start to have hiccups soon, which I would be happy about because then maybe I will be able to feel you! But I can imagine that having hiccups would be pretty traumatic on a pear-sized body, so maybe I don't hope you go through that after all. Your facial features are well formed from what I've read and in a month you'd be able to tell us what gender you are if we wanted you to- but we don't, so please don't try any U-turns on the screen!
There are fireworks playing outside our back door right now because it is the last night of 2010. 2011 will be your year, Baby H. I hope and pray it is everything you want it to be. We love you, littlest one!
