Well, here we are then. I guess you really are real. It's not just your mum making things up to get extra food and sleep, and to uh miss her period, and make me stop smoking finally...and...well, anyway...
I don't know what to say because I have too much to say. Too many thoughts. I wonder if you'll be like me and think too much sometimes. I have a million wonders about you and I can't wait to figure them out.
Sometimes I think I'm going to be right (actually, most of the time for your first decade and half). Sometimes I'm almost definitely going to be wrong (but I'll never admit it, so here is lesson one in self-control). Most of the time though I think we'll figure that out as we go. I can't wait.
It's the oddest thing, I already love you and you're just a kumquat.
But I saw your heart beating inside your chest. I heard your heart beat through ultrasound. You're alive, you're real.
You were our embryo, and now you're our foetus. You will be my baby, and you'll always be my child.
Here we go kid. Wish us luck.