Dear Baby Roo,
Today marks 41 weeks of your mommy’s pregnancy and so far you seem perfectly content to stay in your cozy home you’ve enjoyed for the past nine months. However, we have been lovingly preparing room for you in another home–our home–while you’ve already taken real estate in our hearts. People say that you are “late,” but I know you’re biding your time until the time is right for you.
Your daddy and I hope that each new day will be your birthday. Every night as we fall asleep, we wonder if you’ll wake me up in the middle night with signals of your impending arrival. Every morning as we wake, we wonder if today is the day. We are eager to meet you, hold you, and kiss your sweet, soft head. And we aren’t the only ones! You have four wonderful grandparents that can’t wait to do the same as well as many aunts, uncles, and cousins, and too many honorary aunts and uncles to count. I don’t think your canine big sisters know what’s coming, but we are confident they will love you too. At the very least, they are sure to love the smell and (eventually) the taste of you!
I will always cherish this special time that you’ve spent growing inside of me, but you’re going to keep growing big and strong and I’m running out of room. I am thankful, though, that you haven’t made me physically miserable even now. Just don’t take that as a sign to keep hanging out in there, okay?
Come soon, little man, come soon.
PS: The midwife said today that I am 3-4 cm dilated and 80% effaced. We even did some other tests to make sure you’re still healthy and getting the oxygen and nutrients you need. We are thankful that everything looks good!