Letter.

I have a really cute maternity record book, and it asks you to write a letter to your baby...here's what I wrote.
Dear Baby,
Right now you don't even look like a baby. You look like a peanut or sea monkey, to be honest. But I saw you yesterday and fell in love with you. Your papa did, too. We stared at the screen and watched you move and I said, "that is the cutest alien peanut I have ever seen in my life". And I meant it. I can tell how smart you are just by hearing your heartbeat. That must be a mom thing. I'm amazed at how much I love you already. I wasn't expecting you to come around for a few years, but now I can't wait to see you. I think about you all the time-who will you look like? Will you be like Papa or me? I'm already pretty convinced that you're a girl. We can be shopping buddies! But if you're a boy, that's okay, too. We can go out and play in the mud, or something.
I had a dream about you the other night, and you were absolutely beautiful. I can't wait to feel you move, find out if you're a girl or a boy, I can't wait to hold you. I never thought of myself as the "supermom" type, but now I can't wait to take you to story time and the zoo and the Mcwane Center and even to those stupid Mommy and Me classes.
I promise to be a good Mommy...I don't promise to be a perfect Mommy, of course. But hopefully you'll settle for a good one. I can't promise that I won't get cranky and yell at you, or get frustrated with you at some point, but I can promise to apologize for it later, and give you a thousand hugs and kisses to make it up to you. I promise to hug and kiss you a million times a day...I promise to take you to the park, even when I would much rather be doing something else. I promise to skip the "important" things to play blocks with you, or watch you throw a ball. I promise to take you to church, and teach you to love God more than anything. I promise to let you dress yourself, at least once, no matter how awful the outfit is. I promise to teach you to be a good person...which probably means I'll drag you to volunteer at soup kitchens, and get you involved with every charity event I can find...which you may hate, but you'll thank me for it later.
But most of all...I promise that your Papa and I will love you...we're young, and we've never done this before, so you're kind of our guinea pig. So if we make any huge mistakes raising you, I apologize in advance. Seriously, we're reading a lot of books, so we should be okay. :)
I hope that you get Papa's optimism...I hope you're confident and happy, and go after every dream you have. If you want to be an astronaut, do it! I don't want you to be afraid of anything. I hope you don't care what anyone thinks of you.
But what do I want most for you? For you to love God with all of your heart, and know that at the end of the day, you've got two parents and a family who loves you like crazy.

I'll see you in about 7 months!
Love,
Mommy. :)