But sweet baby boy, know that we love you. Far and I pray for you, dream about you, and anticipate your arrival. We talk excitedly (and nervously) about what our family will be like once you are finally here. We teach your big brother about how to treat and care for you.
So here is my late attempt at documentation. At 31 weeks pregnant, I spent ten minutes running back and forth across my bedroom trying to take a decent self-portrait of the baby bump. I hope to squeeze a couple more of these in before your arrival, but let's not hold our breath.