oh goodness pebble, the suspense is just killing me. when are you going to arrive?
i think i’ve hit a bit of a melting point. i just want you to be here. i want to be done carrying you on the inside. i want to hold you.
but i have a feeling you want to be a february baby. all along i thought you might come early. but now? i’m thinking you will probably choose the coldest, snowiest day to arrive. your dad said if you’re anything like him, you won’t listen to being told what to do. he said bribing might help. we promise to make a huge celebration of the day you’re born every year if you come soon. 🙂
lord, give me patience if you don’t come by your due date…