Dear Baby,

It is about time for you to be born. I am ready. Or as ready as I can be. It seems like you have been growing in me forever. It is sweet for me to think back to that day in early August when I learned about you. It was a beautiful day. My grief about losing my sister was still so fresh and the thought of a new life growing inside of me filled me with so much hope and something happy amidst my sorrow. I know God is the one in charge of sending you to me, but it sort of felt like my sister had something to do with it too. And now, nine months later it is time for me to meet you. In a lot of ways I still don't really comprehend that you are coming. Sometimes I look down at my tummy in motion and think in awe that there is a baby in there. I try to wrap my head around it, but I can't. Still, I know that I will love you. Instantly. And more and more each day. I know that you will bring so much joy to my life. I have all the anxiety that comes with welcoming a new baby into your life, but I know that I will never ever regret having you. I already love you. You are already mine.  I will miss you being inside of me, but I will love having you in my arms.

I hope to meet you soon baby!

Love,
Mama