Hello my baby,
I'm not going to point out the fact that it's 5am and I'm up because I can't sleep well these days (although - oops, I just did, didn't I?). I figure that little pregnancy side-effect is just my body's way of preparing me for when you are here and beckoning to me every couple hours during the night.
No, this time I wanted to ask a little favor. First, I think it's important to tell you how much I've loved and enjoyed feeling you move within me all these months. What I once referred to as your 'bomping' can now best be described as kicking, twisting and rolling. I love watching my stomach take on new shapes as you test your boundaries, and giggle every time I see you hiccuping (you are doing this now as I type!) within. These are the things I will miss most once you are finally sighing contentedly upon my chest.
But baby? My sweet, precious little one? I just don't think I'll miss your propensity to punch my ovaries and play on that one nerve like a guitar string, sending shocks up and down my nether regions. No...that is one sensation I'll be just fine saying goodbye to. As a matter of fact, if you want to do mama a solid now, I'll give you permission to start playing with the umbilical cord instead!
If you don't, though, please know I'm still enjoying having you in my belly more than anything I've ever experienced in my life - punched lady parts included. You are my always-friend, the one who has for the past 8.5 months given me the gift of never feeling alone. You've allowed me the luxury of daydreaming about the days when we will find ourselves romping about the world together, hand in hand, learning from each other every step of the way. Oh, such fun we will have! I already know any pain I've endured or will endure in the coming 6 weeks is worth it times one million and three.
Eternal love to you and your tiny, punching hands...