My first of many letters to you

To my impending stranger, I don't know what color your eyes are or what shade your hair will be. I don't know how tall you will be or if that hair will be a tangled mess of curls. What I do know is this...I've dreamed of you. Of holding you in my arms. Your daddy and I tried for years to have you come about. God heard us once...a few months before He gave us you. There is an Angel in heaven who shares our dna, our last name, our love. Someday we will all meet. But until then, He gave us you. There is less than 3 months till I get to meet you...till I hold you...till I count all your fingers and toes for the nine millionth time. Even as I type this out, you are kicking my belly...stretching...swimming around. Happily, I hope. Every hiccup, every move... I grow more and more in love with you. You little stinker! Did you know the first 5 mos I carried you, I had morning sickness like crazy!!! Yes. The dr's said it was safe, but I was surprised my first two trimesters I had lost weight instead of gained it. Now as I'm entering my third trimester, I can say I've gained 4 lbs so far. You do not like wing dings, salad, steak, eggs (some not all), and some types of chinese food. You love sauce....spaghetti, pizza...tomatoes. Carmel, double stuffed oreos. Your Aunt Mary had me stuck on pumpkin pie blizzards for the longest time till DQ closed for the season. You loved Christmas cookies and pbutter fudge. Yes, you had a sweet tooth as bad as mommies. I first started feeling you move November 18th. You felt like a fishy tail. It was amazing. I always knew you were on my left. The ultrasound technician said my right ovary released the egg that became you, and you implanted on my left side. I felt you there always. The first time you kicked me, I felt you in my lower belly. Your daddy felt you for the first time December 4th. I love you so much. I will write more when I think of it. I just wanted to start keeping track of some things before I forget them. Love, Mommy