OK, baby. Your Dad and I are now pretty well over the shock of your arrival. It’s not that we don’t want you - oh, child, we do. We’ve wanted you for awhile now. It’s just that we weren’t expecting you so soon after we made that ever-too-hopeful wish under the bridge in Paris.
If you’re a girl, we plan to name you Vivienne. And if you’re a boy, we plan for Theodore. You know how your Mommy is, though. Those names may change about a hundred times between now and January, when we expect to meet you in person.
We feel overwhelmingly grateful for your presence in our lives. Is it possible to love a Zygote? (wait, are you still a zygote? maybe you’re a blastocyst now…) Perhaps not. Perhaps it’s only possible to love the hopeful, exciting future your arrival promises. Or perhaps we love the soul you’re working on connecting to that little body inside.
Either way, dear little baby, we are eager. And it’s time to get started. We have so much to do and as a result, so many things to tell you.
And don’t worry, I’ll make your Daddy sing to you every night.
As soon as you have ears.
#wesureloveyou #firstdayweknewforsureyouwereonyourway
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