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Dearest child within my womb,

We've made it 19 weeks together. 21 more to go.

I've had to get really good at taking photos of my belly. But they still make me feel awkward. Huzzah for summer swimsuit selfies in the bathroom, I guess.

I'm actually terrified to become a mother. But also really excited. But mostly terrified.

I'm sorry that you have to listen to me sing in the shower.

I don't think you like spicy foods. But you're going to have to deal with if for the next five months because #koreanfood.

Why are you always starving in the wee hours of the night?

Can you just tell me what name you want to be given? I don't want to pick a name and then have you grow up hating it for the rest of your life.

Do you ever feel claustrophobic in there? I feel claustrophobic just thinking about it.

I'm halfway done with this whole pregnancy thing and I really, honestly cannot wait to finally meet you.

I don't fit into any of my clothes anymore. So if you hear me laughing all the time, it's probably because I'm trying on clothes and then realizing they won't work with my belly anymore.

You better know how much I love you because I can't be my normal, crazy, rope-swinging, roller-coaster-riding self. But next summer, ohhhh next summer, you're in for a real treat.

I bet you love how Dad talks to you through my belly every night. He's cute. He loves you.

I'm ready to stop spontaneously puking at all the worst times, so whenever you're ready to stop making me do that, I'd appreciate it.

Still stressing over what to name you. I have a list of names but none of them feel quite right.

October can't come soon enough.

xoxo,

Mom.

swim top: kortni jeane | swim bottoms: amazon

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