Entry three:
Dear Baby,
I'm sorry this entry is coming later than most, but you gave your daddy and I quite a scare. I won't go into detail, mostly because I don't like thinking about it, but we were afraid that I had lost you. I'm glad that wasn't the case though, my little one. I couldn't stand the idea of you disappearing. I know we haven't met and I haven't known you for long, but that doesn't mean that my love for you isn't great. You mean the world to me and after the incident, I can see you mean the world to your daddy too. I'm just thankful that you're alright.
I was talking to Jenny today-she's someone you'll meet one day, a housemate of ours-and she said you're about the size of a pea right now. A pea! I couldn't help but giggle at the thought. My little sweet pea, so tiny and so round. You'll grow fast though, you already have. I absolutely cannot wait to meet you. I know it's soon, but I've already begun to think of names.
I have yet to bring it up with your daddy, he has a lot on his plate, but I am thinking, little one. You won't be nameless when you come into this world. Everyone deserves something to identify them. And you can take your name and make what you wish with it. Be the person you want and do not let others tell you differently.
Sometimes I find myself feeling my stomach. I know it's weeks before I will feel you squirming about in there, or playing kickboxing with my bladder, but I like to imagine that I can feel you. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I just lay in bed, your daddy sometimes still asleep beside me if he doesn't have work, and just imagine what it's going to be like when you get bigger. I wish we had ultrasounds in Hurndon. But I guess I'll just have to use my imagination and be surprised when we actually meet.
Your daddy doesn't know about this journal yet. I've thought about talking to him, maybe have him write a little something, but you'll soon learn he isn't the best with words. But don't worry, my sweet pea, just because someone isn't good with words doesn't mean they don't love you very much. And he does, I'm sure of it. How could he not? You're so perfect and ours. Sometimes I feel as if I'm in a dream when I think of it.
Well, baby, it's growing late and we both need our rest. I'm going to turn in for the night but fear not, I will be writing to you again soon. Sleep well, my sweet pea.
Forever and always yours,
Mama