Tomorrow you will be born. Such a simple sentence and yet its taken me nine whole months to be able to say it. For nine months, your Daddy and I have been watching you grow inside my belly. When we first found out we would be your parents, I walked around for months asking if I looked pregnant. I wanted everyone to know that you were growing inside of me. And then one day, you just popped right out and my belly was suddenly big – you grew overnight! For months after that you got bigger and bigger – and so did I!
Sometimes, your Daddy and I would lay on our couch at night waiting for you to kick. You always kicked a lot right after dinner. Sometimes you would kick just a little and I’d squeal and put your Daddy’s hand on my belly and make him wait for 20 more minutes until you kicked again. And then sometimes you kicked and squirmed so much that we could see my belly moving around without having to even put our hands on you. You would make my belly into all these funny shapes and we would laugh and laugh at you. Until you’d move up into my rib cage and that’s what I would have to try to move you because I couldn’t breathe!
I remember there was one day when I was sitting in a meeting at work. I was probably six months pregnant with you. You were really active that morning for some reason and throughout the meeting, my belly shook and shook. I kept trying to hold you still so that you didn’t interrupt the meeting, but you didn’t want to sit still. You wanted to move! And dance! And roll around! I got back to my office after the meeting and just laughed and laughed at what a funny sense of humor you already had.
Everyone loves to rub you. Complete strangers come up to give your little head a good rub. Friends and family just want to put their hands on you. People can’t resist you already! And, of course, I am the worst offender. Sometimes when I’m by myself, I sit in a chair and just rub you. I pretend that you are going to sleep and that I’m helping to relax you. Your Daddy loves it when I rub his head, and I can already tell that you are just the same because when I start to rub you, you just settle down and sleep – just like your Daddy!
And do you know why I am able to rub your head? Because you are in the wrong position, silly! You are supposed to have your head down, but you wanted to sit straight up in my belly. You’re doing just as I hope you will for the rest of your life – taking it all in. Checking it all out. That curiosity is one of the greatest characteristics a person can have.
Tomorrow is your birth day. You will come into this world and in an instant you will change our lives. For the past few weeks as this day has come closer and closer, your Daddy and I have stayed up late into the night talking about how excited we are to meet you and how wonderful our lives will be when you are finally here. But I have to tell you a little secret… I’m going to miss you being in my belly. I haven’t really loved being pregnant. Its hard and strange and exhausting. Remember that one day when your wife is pregnant with your babies. But I will miss you being in my belly. No matter how uncomfortable it might have been at times, I have loved you being a part of me. I love being alone in my car and feeling your little feet poke me. I love waking up in the middle of the night because I can feel you hiccuping. I just like knowing that you are with me. And I’m going to miss that after tomorrow.
I haven’t even met you yet, Michael, and I know that I would do this all over again 1,000 times a day if it meant I’d get to meet you tomorrow. That’s how special you are to me.
So on this day before my world changes, I just want you to know how excited I am to meet you tomorrow. You are already the greatest thing that has ever happened to your Daddy and me.