Dear Baby

This weekend Brent and I went to the bookstore to buy baby books. (that’s what is in the bag he’s carrying in this picture) I bought one of those”here’s all the crazy things about to happen to you so get ready” baby books.

He’s been reading a “father’s guide to pregnancy” book. He loves spouting random facts to me about how much calcium I should be taking and that he will need to get me a big pillow when my belly gets big.

I really do think he is going to be the best father in the whole world, and I’m not just saying that because I’m rather fond of him. I’m saying it, because even before I ever got pregnant, he has dreamed about being a father, talked about the things he wants to do, tried out lots of weird baby names, and would get a slightly envious look in his eyes whenever he saw a father with a baby strapped to his chest.

Every night he looks at me like I am the most amazing creature to ever walk the earth, and while he’s always made me feel incredibly loved, these days my pedestal seems to be growing taller by the day.

This baby will be one of the greatest gifts I will ever have the pleasuring of giving him and I feel so warm inside just imagining what it will be like to see our child in his arms for the first time.

What a mush I am today!