I am about 11 weeks pregnant which would make you about 9 weeks old. You've been working very hard in there! You've grown from a tiny poppyseed to the size of a fig. You have a beating heart and hands and feet now. You are almost 2 inches tall and look like a person. A very tiny person. I wonder what you will look like when you are born? Will you be tall like your daddy or tiny like me? Will you have my turned up nose? Will you have my dimples? I don't even know if you will be a boy or a girl yet! I don't know what color your room should be, or what your name is, or what kind of personality you will have. I do know that I have waited for you a very long time. I've thought about you, and prayed about you, and cried thinking you might never come to be. But when ever I hear your heartbeat, or eat some weird food that I normally don't like, or look at my growing belly in the mirror, I'm reminded that this is really happening. I know there are no guarantees. You're still very small and you need me and anything can happen. But so far you are still there, growing, fluttering around, beating your heart...and I am so so grateful. Thank you for being.
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