Dear Baby Eva,
Today marks the beginning of my ninth and final month of being pregnant with you. I only have one more month to place my hands on my belly and feel you wiggling around inside me. One more month to dream about what you’ll look like and wonder what life will be like when you arrive. One more month to have you all to myself.
Despite being so anxious to meet you everyday, time has passed rather quickly. I still remember every single detail about the day I found out I was expecting you seven months ago. I guess that’s something I’ll never forget. Since then, I’ve grown you from the size of a blueberry to a size of a honeydew melon- every tiny bone and every perfect eyelash. And since then, I’ve grown to love you more and more each day.
I can’t say we have everything ready for your arrival yet. I haven’t packed my hospital bag and your nursery still needs a few finishing touches. I hope you like black, pink, and skulls. Sometimes I wonder if you’ll like having punk rock parents. Maybe you’ll wish we were more traditional like all the other kids’ parents. Maybe you’ll think we’re weird. Whatever the case may be, I hope you always remember that the most important thing is to be yourself. We’ll love you no matter what music or style you like. When you get a little older I’ll let you pick out your own decorations and colors for your room. I look forward to it. I can’t wait to see the expressions of your very own personality.
Other than that, we already have diapers and bottles and everything we need to take care of you… except maybe experience. Sometimes I’m nervous that I won’t know what to do or that I’ll do something wrong. I wish we lived closer to your grandparents so they could teach me. I guess they’re only a phone call away, though. I think we’ll be alright. I hope you have a little bit of patience for us. If you’re like your mommy, you probably won’t!
So for the next month I’m going to try and look past all the discomforts of pregnancy- the achy back, the tender ribs (where you’re currently resting your feet), the heartburn, etc.- and treasure every second of having you safe in my belly. Soon this adventure of pregnancy will end and another will begin- a lifetime (God willing) of being your mother.