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.
On the road again
20 hours ago