I do not own Glee.

So this is my first story. I hope you like it! Please review! Is it too fluffy or too sappy? Or perhaps not fluffy and sappy enough? Tell me! The letters are italics, real life is regular.

Hi baby,

I'm probably overreacting. I'm overreacting, aren't I? I mean, I miss one period and I start writing a letter to a fetus that may or may not be growing in my womb.

Well, it's been more than that. I have been feeling sick and tired, my breasts are a little sore (too much information, I know) and I have been throwing up. Those symptoms just practically screamed 'pregnant' and since I missed my period…

My first instinct was to write this. It was like I needed a way to get out all these feelings I have, because I just can't tell Finn. What if I'm not pregnant after all? What if it's all in my head? I can't see the disappointment on his face again, I just can't.

So, feeling one: pure joy. Finn and I…err no, Daddy and I, have been trying to have a baby since we got out of college, and that was four years ago. Now here we are, me a Broadway alum and he a high school teacher, living in New York City and in our tenth year of marriage, still childless. But now knowing I might finally be a mom, my feelings are too big and joyful to be described in words. It's what I always wanted, even more than Broadway to be honest.

Feeling two: worry. In the past four years, I've taken dozens of pregnancy tests. That's why I eventually stopped telling Daddy when I took one, it wasn't fair to get his hopes up too for just another false alarm. I was worried that it would be a negative, again.

But finally, feeling three: hope. This time feels…different. I feel different. I have hope that this time things will work out. I think that it's real this time. I feel pregnant.

I'm writing this on my iPod, I'm on the subway, headed to the CVS to buy as many pregnancy tests as I can. Wish me luck, sweetie!

Love,

Rachel Hudson, your mommy

Rachel exited the subway, making her way to the CVS pharmacy on the corner. She'd been in this position many times before, hopeful and nervous, begging that she'd finally gotten the chance to be a mother. It was still nerve wracking.

She pushed open the door, which felt unusually heavy.

"Back again?" asked the clerk that seemed to always be working when Rachel came to buy a pregnancy test. She didn't say it sarcastically, it was more of a friendly comment.

"Yeah,"

The clerk reached down and pulled out ten different types of tests, making Rachel laugh. "I figured you'd come by sooner or later." The clerk explained. "You want the whole lot?"

Rachel nodded, handing the clerk money in exchange for the bag full of pregnancy tests, tests that would confirm or deny her hopes. She took her change and started towards the door.

"Good luck!"

Rachel smiled. "Thanks,"