We made it! We are officially in the 2nd trimester. You and I, kid, we did it together! We have survived. I still can't believe you're there. All of the hoping, wishing and praying I've done for you... and there you are, growing safely in my tummy.
I've been asked why I touch my tummy so much... and I'm not going to lie when I say that sometimes it's gas... but most of the time, I'm just hoping you know that thinking about you.
It's been rough. I've been sick and afraid that you were going to disappear... so today I'm relieved to say we actually hit a milestone.
Words can not express my love for you already. During the early morning hours, when I wake up at 2-3 am, I reach down and touch my belly. I know it's just you, me and my thoughts at that point... and think about our future together. The games you and your dad are going to play. The songs I'm going to sing to you. The love that will surround you.
I can't wait until your birth. So I can kiss your skin and love on on those tiny fingers and toes... but until then I'll keep rubbing my belly and wishing you the best.
Love, your mom
