You’re not even the size of the period at the end of this sentence (crazy!) but I love you already. I hoped and prayed for you, and so did your daddy.
He doesn’t even know about you yet — we’ll tell him soon enough, but let’s just make sure you stick around for a few days, OK?
I saw the faintest of lines yesterday, and knew you might be in there. But I know it’s a rough ride for you, so I didn’t let my hopes get too high.
But today — three tests told me you’re definitely cooking away, fighting for life. I hope you’re a fighter, BabyBug. I hope you do everything you can to stay with me for the next 37 or so weeks.
I know that we have a long road ahead of us, but I’m in it to win it. So please, BabyBug, be mine forever.