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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