27 weeks and I feel speachless

Things feel so normal now and like I have been living with you inside of me forever. With every day that goes by I grow closer and closer to you. Your Dad catches me all the time lifting my shirt, looking at my belly and just smiling away. Well, you move around like a crazy person in there so I can’t help myself. I am in awe of the way our bodies work and how magical this really is. Now that we have seen your little face so clearly, I really relate to you. I picture a little Shawn in there. We have hopes that you come out blonde but your chances are pretty good. Both your Mom and Dad were born blonde.

We got the furniture all put together for your room and your bedding came. I absolutely love how it all turned out. Now your lazy Mom just has to clean out your room so we can put it all together. We are still debating on painting the walls or not. I guess it just depends how much energy your Dad has. Either way it will look so great. I cannot wait to look through the crack in the door and see you sleeping in there. In fact, it brought tears to my eyes just listening to your mobile. I adore you, what can I say.

Your Dad and I often reflect on how far we have come together and cannot believe that we made a little baby together. You are a gift and something that will forever change our lives…in the best way possible. Thank you for picking us as your parents. We will love you and be there for you for your entire life. We were at the toy store the other day and your Dad got really excited about all of the toys he gets to play with again.

Anyway, nothing much for this week other than a lot of love being sent your way. Oh but if you can slow down growing in there a bit that would be great. We would like to stick to the original due date and I swear there isn’t much more room for you to grow. When you stretch from head to toe, I swear your little feet are going to poke through my sides.

Love you baby M (oh and yes, that is what we are calling you these days. I may just be a sneak peak into what we are naming you)

Oh and ya I am really sorry about these terrible drawings. Your Dad is the artist in the family!

XO