Bonded.

27 weeks.  13 weeks to go.

Dear Baby T:

Last night, you and I had a special moment together.  It was about 2 a.m., and your dad was sound asleep next to me.  You have had a really good pattern of not waking me up in the middle of the night until you jolted me awake with one swift kick to the ribs.  Instead of getting up and moving around, I decided to lay on my side and wait for another kick or movement.  I poked and prodded for a few minutes and you had absolutely none of it, ignoring each intrusion into your personal space.  I waited a few more minutes, rested my hand on my stomach and almost fell asleep when you kicked me again, this time straight into my palm.  I moved my hand and pressed inward again and you kicked me again, right into my palm.  We played this game for a few minutes before you, presumably, went back to sleep.  Instead of falling right back asleep myself, you left me with racing thoughts. It was the very first time you responded to me and it was such a beautiful feeling; it was the first true "connection".  It made me wonder about your little personality, already so developed and playful, and it made me question my ability to keep up with you as you get older and mischevious like little boys do.  It also made me fall in love with you, right then and there, and I thought you should know that there is nothing in this entire world that I wouldn't do for you. 

Your dad and I talked about this the other day for a very brief period of time, but it didn't take long for us to conclude we were on the same page:  We can't wait for you to get here and for you to become our world.  You already are, but it sure would be nice to see your sweet face so I can finally put your face with your name.

See you soon,
Mom