Dear Harpie Jr,
Happy nine weeks, my sweet little olive! You are officially a fetus, swimming in the ute with the new facial features Momma made you this week. Daddy’s straight nose, perchance? Let’s hope so, considering one of your parents has had reconstructive surgery on that particular body part. errrmmm…right. It hit Momma this week that we have made it to nine weeks! Nine weeks with only one small, tiny bit of spotting that was barely noticeable versus two major spotting occurrences back in the fall with your sibling. The past weeks have flown by, & I only pray your life won’t speed by me this quickly for the next 20 years. I want to savor every second with you.
Days like today make me yearn for you to be here & healthy already. With the steady rain outside, the warm house inside, it made me wish that you were snuggled between me & Daddy while we lazed in bed this morning & chatted. Today was the perfect day to stay inside with my little family, playing on the floor with you or rocking you in the nursery. Sometimes I close my eyes & just dream of kissing your chubby cheeks, or walking into the nursery to your tear-stained face & lifting you out of the crib.
I know that my dreams aren’t always realistic, & life may not always be perfect…except you, HJ. You will be perfect & you will make our lives perfect.
I love you.
Love,
Momma
p.s. hope you liked the cold stone cuppycakes, baby! those were just for you 
