Dear Baby Girl...
Your clothes are all washed and put away. Your crib is made. Your playpen is set up in our room. Most of your decorations are on the walls.
Everything is ready for you, but it's September 20th and you're not here yet.
You're interfering with my sleep a lot lately, a sign of what's yet to come I'm sure. I can tell that we're getting closer to the day that we meet you, but it still so hard to believe that it's ever going to happen. I've had you growing in my belly for so long that it seems to crazy to picture you here with us instead.
Still, I am so excited to meet you. I can't wait to see what you look like. Hopefully you look a lot like me. I looked so much like your grandmother that sometimes it's hard to tell who's who in really old pictures of us. I hope you're my little mini me like that too. It's okay if you look like daddy a little, I guess :p
Tomorrow we have (hopefully) our last appointment with the doctor. Maybe he'll tell us it's time for you to come, or maybe we'll be waiting a little longer. I'm happy either way. If you're born on your due date, you will have the same birthday as your aunt and uncle. I think since their names and yours all start with the same letter (and they rhyme!) that it's a sign that you're supposed to be born that day.
Only time will tell.