Friday, February 3, 2012

Dear Cricket,

Last night was our first Bradley Birthing Class.  We squatted and kegeled, we talked about pain and laid on the floor.  I had a lot of fun doing the exercises with your dad.  We couldn't stop giggling.  Your dad said I was the class clown.  You were jumping all over the place during class.  I kept thinking someone would see my belly move.

Your movement has become my constant companion, a reminder that I'm growing a brand new life.  I had no problem being alone before you became a part of my days, but it's nice to never be without someone.  You're there first thing in the morning and your activity accompanies me to bed.

Cricket, I look so forward to meeting you.  I have such high hopes for what kind of little person you'll be.  I hope for more than that you're healthy. I hope you're interesting and interested in life, that you're productive and funny.  I hope you're smart and talented, that you find happiness, that you love life.  I promise to do my best to give you your best beginning.

I love you already, Cricket.

Love, mama.

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