Dear Babins,
Your dad came home excited to show me a song yesterday. He's not very musically inclined, but he wanted to show me this old folk song because he said, "maybe I can learn it as a lullaby for our baby."
It's little moments like this when I know he already loves you so much.
We have less than 10 weeks until your due date, and when I stop to think of how over-the-moon thrilled I am to meet you, I simultaneously choke up just thinking of how much I am going to miss you being inside of me. I already feel SO protective over you, and I start to cry if I even imagine anything bad ever happening to you. I just want your world to be perfect. Is this how all parents feel? How do moms ever let their babies grow up?
My tummy is a little sore today from all your kicks. I love you.
Love,
Mom
Your dad came home excited to show me a song yesterday. He's not very musically inclined, but he wanted to show me this old folk song because he said, "maybe I can learn it as a lullaby for our baby."
"Down in the Valley (Birmingham Jail)"
We have less than 10 weeks until your due date, and when I stop to think of how over-the-moon thrilled I am to meet you, I simultaneously choke up just thinking of how much I am going to miss you being inside of me. I already feel SO protective over you, and I start to cry if I even imagine anything bad ever happening to you. I just want your world to be perfect. Is this how all parents feel? How do moms ever let their babies grow up?
My tummy is a little sore today from all your kicks. I love you.
Love,
Mom
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