Dear baby,

I have been so bad about writing to you, but I think about you constantly.

I have so many hopes and dreams for you, little one. It's different to be pregnant this time around. Many of the concerns and questions I had when I was pregnant with your brother aren't so much of an issue for me this time. I don't wonder how it will be to take care of a newborn, I don't worry about giving birth or what kind of things I need to buy for you. Instead, I mostly just wonder about you, how you'll be, what your personality will be like. Will you be very different from Milo or will you have similar personality? Your dad and Uncle Rory were very different from each other as children, as were your Uncle Adam and I, so I wonder if this will be the case with you. I wonder who you'll look like, what color your hair will be and what color eyes you'll have.

You scoot around in my belly constantly, poking at me and letting me know when you don't care for how I'm sitting. I feel you move much more than I felt your brother, which is exciting for me. I've been planning out how things will be in the months after you're born. I'm working on planning some out-of-the-house activities for Milo so that I can get some alone time with you, just to hold you and kiss you and love you without anyone else interrupting.

I am so excited to have another little boy. I hope that you and Milo will be great pals. I know that he's going to love you so much. He's been practicing with his baby doll, and he loves to carry it around and give it a bottle and wrap it up in a blanket. I know there will be times he'll probably pester you or not be so nice to you, but I hope for the most part that you two will love each other and enjoy each others' company.

The end of May seems so far away right now. We can't wait to meet you, little one.

Love always,
Mama