Little Doodle,

Here we are, 29 weeks, rounding 3rd and heading for home base.  For the longest time it has felt like being pregnant was to be a new permanent state of being, a new me, a new body.  I’ve gotten used to your odd demands for various foods, the need to use the bathroom every 40 minutes on average, and of course those little feet you use to constantly remind me of your presence.  It’s very odd to think that as far as we have come on this journey together, these past 29 weeks, that we only have a little longer to go… a short 10.5 weeks until you are with us.

This week you let your father in on the secret you and I have shared for nearly 12 weeks between just the two of us: you kicked his hand with those little happy feet, late at night as we lay together in the silent dark, talking about you.  And now before we know it you will be here with us and I will have to share you with the rest of the world, as selfish as that sounds.   I’ve fallen in love with those little feet: little feet that only I have known for this long, little feet that sometimes jiggle my whole bump, little feet which feel like you’re dancing, little perfect feet which, I’m sure, are sporting little perfect toes.  The little feet only I know.

Others will undoubtedly touch and kiss your perfectly soft baby feet, but they will always be MY little baby feet… the little feet you used to talk to me before you were born.

Love,

Mom.