Dear Kumquat…

Last night, your dad and I could barely fall asleep. Knowing we would SEE you for the first time…suddenly, the restless sleep, morning all-day sickness, peeing every half hour; it all felt 1000% worth it. It’s one thing to see a barely-there line on a dollar store pregnancy test, but to see you living and growing and MOVING? Surreal.

So, this is it. This is where you’ll be living and growing and moving for the next seven months. Your new digs are roughly the size of a grapefruit. Spacious, I know. To give you a little perspective, my uterus was the size of a small pear before you set up shop in there. The medical community sure loves their fruit analogies, because they don’t stop there. In fruit-speak, you are a kumquat. Except way more adorable.

Let me just tell you that you surpassed our expectations. All one and a quarter inches of you. We could see your little heart beating so strong and quick. You started dancing, and your dad’s eyes lit up. I don’t think he could have shut his mouth if he tried. So, make yourself at home, my little kumquat. And keep the dance party going.

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