Midnight.
I lie awake.
My hand resting upon my stomach.
Thump...
I feel you.
Your tiny movements.
They caused flutters inside me.
Everyday you grow more and more.
I dream of what you will be like.
Will you have my laugh?
Your father's eyes?
Will you be funny?
Smart?
Outgoing?
Shy?
The answers
seem forever away,
but in reality,
you will be here
in a few months.
I love you so much already.
