Hello baby...

I don't get to meet you for another 5 months. I don't know if you're a boy or girl, but I read today that you're getting toenails this week! I think you're a boy...all the old wives' tales say that you're a boy. Except the Chinese birth calendar, that says you're a girl.

I hope you like us, you know. We're not so bad. The dog smells a little, and the cat can be a bit of a snob...

Your daddy is a great man, the smartest I've ever known. I hope you listen to him, and I hope you grow up like him. He knows more than I could ever hope to learn. He's one of the few men left in the universe that truly know right from wrong.

We'll move around a lot, I hope you learn to like weird foods and strange languages.

This week, you're the size of an avocado...but I'm tired all the time, so I suppose you're getting ready for a growth spurt.

Goodnight, wee child. Sleep well, or dance well, or swim well, or whatever it is that you do inside me right now. See you in a few months.