Saturday, December 31, 2005

i can tell that we are going to be friends...

Dear Baby Girl,
Last night I had a dream about you. You were tiny and pink and talking to me. We had the best time. Several months ago a friend who'd just had a baby told me that she actually missed being pregnant. At the time, I thought this was maybe the dumbest thing I'd ever heard. I can see now that she had a point.

You and I have had the best time together this week. You have been flipping all around and I can even see you move from the outside now. It feels less like alien possession that I would have imagined.

Your dad and I have been reading to you (his favorite: Once Upon a Potty). Yes, your dad is in junior high.

I love you baby.