Dear baby who is like a couple dozen cells big

So it seems you are a bit of a trickster. A week ago, I was certain my body was giving me the signs that another month had gone by without your arrival. I spent several hours shedding tears over your absence, and went on with my life, completely unaware that you’d made a surreptitious entrance. Then I found out that things weren’t quite as they seemed. You completely caught me by surprise.

I hope this doesn’t hurt your feelings, but I’ve been trying really hard not to love you too much yet, since I feel I am still quite likely to lose you before you even become perceptible.  I don’t feel very confident that you’ll stay, given your reluctance to make an appearance in the first place. But I can’t help dreaming up all the fun things we’ll do together if you stick around. I have some really breathtaking stories to share with you. The world has a lot of beautiful things in it that I would love to show you. It makes me very, very happy that you’ve at least popped into the realm of reality, at least for a while.

I have to keep reminding myself that you will have to leave this earth at one point regardless, whether it’s tomorrow or in ninety years as a full-grown adult.  I really would love the chance to get to know you, though, before you do. I just know I would adore you. I can tell that you’re charming already, what with your sly and unexpected arrival.

This is all I’m writing to you for now.  I don’t want to overdo my words to an embryo who doesn’t even have defined organs yet. Your dad is quite pleased about you being here, too, for your information, although I think he has an even harder time believing you’re here than I have. We just kind of walk around each other awkwardly and joke about making you a twin).

…OK, I can’t help it. I love you already. Maybe you can feel it already, too. I hope so.

Your mama (if that’s what you can call this lanky, naïve, melodramatic woman who is housing you),

Kathleen

(This post is the second in a series that began here, although I didn’t then expect it to turn into a series. And I don’t intend it to go beyond this point, either. My next planned post is a response to some of the comments on earlier posts, but I’ve been a little distracted lately).