Dear baby:
I don’t care that I’m not as fit at 4 month pp as I was at 39 weeks pregnant.
I don’t care that I’m gaining weight instead of losing since having you.
I don’t care that my clothes don’t fit and I probably won’t have anything to wear soon.
I don’t care that my once sought after dream to make a living writing is the last thing I want to do.
I don’t care that my hair desperately needs a cut and a color.
I don’t care that the diet I keep swearing I’m going to start or the workout I swear will get me in shape keeps getting put on the back burner.
I don’t care that I’m tired all the time or that I look like a ragged mess most days.
I don’t care that I have more stretch marks on my belly and less muscles in my arms.
I don’t care that my boobs are saggy and my butt is fluffy.
But I do care about…
Holding you for long as I can.
Giving you the best start in life.
Teaching you about patience, love, and tolerance.
Allowing you to be unique in your own right.
Singing to you every day.
Loving you in every way.
I love you baby girl!
