Hey baby,
We saw you last week, doing toe-touching tricks up on the ultrasound screen. I was still nervous you wouldn't be real. I kept asking Jason on the way to the doctor, "Do you think I'm still pregnant? Are you sure?" But alas, there you were, in all your black and white fleshly glory! The most marvelous part was the teeny tiny fingers and toes.
We bought a helium balloons to tell the world - you're a boy! - and hung them at Becca's, at our apartment, at Gibson's. The customers at the yogurt shop had a little wager going about your gender... they were wrong, so no free frozen yogurt for them! All week people were asking me if I'd prefer a boy or girl. I think I once had a preference, but I truly feel like I got pregnant and immediately forgot it. All I want is healthy baby.
So far you fit the bill! The ultrasound tech called you perfect about 50 times.
Something about seeing you last week made me realize it's time for me to start getting excited about you. Since it's too early to fill our little apartment with plastic toys (and sorry, little one, your dad and I aren't really the plastic toy type anyway), I'm going to start writing you letters. Jason and I have a long history of letter writing through the years, so I've got a little practice already.
We love you.
From your mama.
