A letter to my future baby.
I can’t wait to carry you in my womb.
I don’t care if I gain an insane amount of weight, or if my hair thins. I don’t mind my teeth yellowing, or adding more stretch marks. I don’t care if my vision goes bad, or if my pants don’t fit.
I can’t wait to carry you, in my arms. I won’t mind the drool and spit up. I don’t care if you pull my hair or rip my jewellery. I won’t mind my arms getting tired (and the rest of me, too).
I think about you all the time. The possibilities are so endless! I don’t mind how much my body will change, I just can’t wait to have you here.