Dear Jude,
Christmas has come and gone, and I can't help but daydream about what Christmas will be like next year. The thought of you tearing through wrapping paper, wearing Christmas pajamas and ripping the bottom row of ornaments off the tree bring me so much joy. I know these next three months will go by in a flash so for now and I am soaking up every little kick and movement in my tummy. Your daddy feels you move a lot these days and gets a big kick out of my belly button popping out when I laugh. We are so ready to meet you, rock you and love you!
Love,
Mommy
Son,
Your room is almost ready! There's fresh paint on the walls, a brand new crib, and even a few pairs of tiny shoes ready for you to wear! Thanks to your Mimi and Daddo, along with other generous friends and family, the only thing growing more than our excitement to see you is your collection of stuff! Your mamma and I are finding common ground as we decorate your room, and we can't wait for you to see it. Stay strong, stay healthy, and please, keep trying to high-five me thru mom's belly...I love it.
Love, Pops
