Lucky

Dear Lucky,

I feel you in there kicking around. I know you probably think that since you are #7 that you are going to have to work extra hard to make your presence known. Don't worry. We already are all excited about you becoming a part of our family.

I haven't bonded with your name yet so I'm still calling you Lucky. I might call you Lucky after you are born. I hope you don't mind. I think it's kind of cute. I am going to try and call you Genny. Probably Genevieve when I'm mad at you. And Gen when you grow up and we become friends.

Your grandma was a lucky #7 too. All her family loved and adored her as yours will.

I knew you were coming before you came. When Lizzie was born, I knew another baby would come soon after. I secretly knew it would be a girl too but I never told anyone. When I first saw you on the ultrasound screen, wiggling around, I felt like I already knew you. I could tell that you belonged to me.

I think you are really lucky. You are being born to a great family. We are fun and happy and wonderful. But we aren't perfect. Sometimes you might get mad at us. That's ok. I can't promise that you will ever have your own room or be given money to go to college. I can promise that I will give you a hug and a kiss every day and tell you that you are wonderful. I can promise that I will always love you.

I can't wait to meet you. Sometimes I imagine those first moments when they put your slimy, squirmy body on my chest and I can hear your tiny cry. I have experienced that six times before and each time ties as number one for the most blissful, wonderful moment in my life.

See you soon.

Love,

Mom