It’s been a long time since we’ve written anything to you. We haven’t forgotten about you. In fact, you are all we think about anymore. Thoughts of you are gong through my head all day.
So what do I think about? I think about taking Mommy to the hospital when you are ready to come out. I think about getting a phone call while I’m in class and having to tell my students that I have to go because I’m about to be a father. I think about helping and encouraging Mommy as you’re coming out. I think about holding you when you do come out. (I might be crying because I’m so happy to see you; try not to judge -- this is one those times when a man is allowed to cry.) I think about taking care of you, and playing with you, and teaching you things. I think about how happy I am going to be to have you in my life.
So then why have we not been writing to you? We’ve been busy doing other things, primarily something called “prenatal teaching”. We’ve been talking to you and reading stories to you while you are there inside Mommy. We are hoping that by talking to you and reading you stories, your brain will develop more and you’ll be a very smart little boy. You’ll also be able to recognise our voices when we talk to you after you are born. We’re doing this to help you grow and develop.
You seem to kick and move around a lot when we read you stories. A book I was reading suggested that means you are a little agitated or uncomfortable. Mommy thinks it means that you are listening and that you like it. So who’s right? I think right now Mommy knows you better than some doctor who wrote a book many years ago and doesn’t know you. Right now nobody knows you better than yourself and Mommy who loves you very much.
(One more thing: Mommy says that when she hears my motorcycle pulling into the garage, she tells you I’m home and then you give a little kick. Does that mean you’re happy I’m home? I hope so because I’m happy to be home and happy to see you.)
