Dear Reagan,
Last week (37 weeks) when we went to the doctor, they estimated you were 8 pounds and 1 ounce! That is so big! We have been wishfully thinking since then that you would arrive early and perhaps the doctors had miscalculated your due date. No such luck yet.
Right now, I am feeling HUGE and a bit uncomfortable. I just really, really want to meet you. Lots of anxiety and anticipation.
I know I have written this in past posts, but I want to reiterate how much I love you at this very moment. Right now, without having seen your little face, held your little hand, or heard your little cry, I love you more than anything in the world.
See you very soon.
Love,
Mom
