Tomorrow is the day! After almost 3 days of early labor, we have decided to head to the hospital in the morning for some assistance on getting to the next stage. The time to meet you is almost here! We have cleaned the house... vacuumed, dusted, wiped everything down. My bag is packed, and so is yours.
There are no words to express the mix of emotions I am feeling right now. I am nervous, anxious, excited, worried, scared, grateful... just about every feeling you can think of is swirling around in my head (and my stomach). My biggest worry is for you. Will you get through this process okay? Will it be traumatic for you? Will everything go perfectly? Please let it go perfectly.
Those are just the first round of questions. I also wonder, will I be a good mother for you? Will I know what to do? Will I know the things you need? I hope I am everything I need to be and everything you deserve.
You are kicking away as I write this. I have enjoyed having you so close to me for the last 9 1/2 months. I tried to give you all I could during that time. I wasn't perfect, but I tried to keep you safe and help you grow strong. I hope I did everything right. I hope you are born happy and healthy tomorrow.
After 8 long years of hoping and praying, of dreaming about holding you, I can hardly believe that time is here. I am at a loss. I don't know what else to do but pray to my Heavenly Father that at the end of it all I will look into your eyes and all will be well.
Good night, baby. Tomorrow we meet face to face, and life will never be the same again.