My son... I keep looking at your profile picture that we got during your organ screening... and I can’t stop marveling at your perfect little head, the beautiful round shape, the perfectly shaped back of your head, your cute little nose... and I can already see how perfect you are.

Will you look a lot like your father? He is a very handsome man, you must know. Tall, broad-shouldered... dark, smoldering Latino eyes... even, symmetrical facial features... beautiful, soft lips... black, shiny hair. It really is no surprise that the women are all over him... and I can only hope that you will inherit not only your Daddy’s good looks, but his charms and ease of social interaction as well.

They say that your perfect partner is the man who you wouldn’t mind your own son to one day turn into. Well. Your father is that man. He has his issues and problems that I won’t go into here, but he’s grown to the point of acknowledging them and working them out. He’ll be a good role model for you, I have no doubts about that.

Be like him, and be proud of yourself. I will certainly be.

My sweet little baby...

I am feeling you move strongly every day now. I don’t feel the need to listen for your heartbeat with the AngelSounds monitor anymore, because I am well aware of you several times a day. I can feel you in the morning, and then strongly again in the evening. During the day, while I am busily bustling around, you seem to be enjoying the ride, dozing contently. You have already kicked your Daddy once, too...

I love those movements inside of my body, which are letting me know that you are there, alive, well, and growing!

I have read something horrible, horrible today about one of Git’s friends... and it hits home really hard, because what happened to her happened in her 23rd week of pregnancy... and you and I are in our 22nd...

A few days ago she had to give birth to her baby girl, who was diagnosed with Turner Syndrome earlier on during her pregnancy. Turner Syndrome is a condition which is compatible with life, with some issues, but it is highly incompatible with pregnancy. Statistically, about 98% of all children diagnosed with this genetical abnormality do not survive it. What a fact to know about your own child... about your own pregnancy, and where it is statistically headed...

So it ended where it had to... in a tragedy that I cannot even begin to imagine. It happened to her one week later than you and I are together now... I feel sorry for her and her family. Very much so. And it makes me cling to my belly, feeling inside of myself for you, terrified of all the possibilities of what could or couldn’t happen to you.

So I look at your profile picture, marvel at your perfect little head, the beautiful round shape, the perfectly shaped back of your head, your cute little nose... and think of how handsome you are... how much you will look like your handsome Daddy... and try to ban all these terrible thoughts of all those terrible things that are out there out of my head. I feel for your presence, I smile, and I look so very much forward to the day when I can look at you, laying in my arms, for the very first time in my life. In your life. Being perfect in your own personal way. Making me fall in love with you even more than I already am.

Grow, baby... kick... keep on making me as happy as you do. Just get off my bladder while you are at it, m’kay?

Love,

Mama