Hi, Little One,

Well, it’s officially official, you’re all up in mom’s belly growing away. We’re seven weeks in, so the doc says, and she says you’re perfectly healthy.

We got our first look at you today during the ultrasound.


There's no competing with that.

There’s no competing with that.

Will you look at that thing?!?! Talk about intimidating!!

I have to admit, and don’t hate me for this, but I had my doubts you were really there until the moment I saw your little self on that 1980s computer screen. Your little heart was beating so fast.

I still remember the moment your mom broke the news: It was around 7:30 at night on Aug. 12, a Friday, and I was working when and she called me. I looked at my phone a bit confused, because your mom never calls me at work unless it’s something important. I was a bit worried when I picked up the phone.

She spoke in a soft voice, almost a whisper, that was both calm and anxious, but she cut straight to it—you’ll learn that about your mom, she doesn’t BS around—and said she was pregnant. I sat there at my desk—half surprised, half not quite sure what to say. I almost hate to admit it, but I didn’t believe her at first.

“Are you sure?” I asked her. She assured me that the pregnancy test was positive. I left work early and we went to the store and bought four more. Sure enough, all four read positive.

We sat on the couch that night talking and soaking in the moment: Our lives were going to be changed forever, we were going to have a baby—we were going to have you.

I still had my hesitations, though. For reasons I can’t explain, I didn’t trust a pee stick; I wanted to hear it from a doctor’s mouth (you’ll learn that about me, I’m quite stubborn—and your mom, too. A trait that I’m sure you, too, will inherit from us.)

Nearly a month later, your mom and I sat in the hospital room looking at you on the computer screen. I’ll never forget that moment: My heart swelled, tears filled my eyes as I watched your little heart beat so fast I thought it was going to jump out of your tiny peanut body. I couldn’t believe you were there—you were really there.

I already love you so much, Little One, and I can’t wait to meet you. But until then, we have 33 weeks to go. So you do your thing and keep growing into a healthy baby. Mom and I got the rest.