Dear Baby Hercules,
You weigh about the size of 4 navel oranges.. I know random right? The closes thing to navel oranges we have at the house right not is Orange juice and that wouldn't quite due for a picture. So I took one for you sans fruit visual.
As excited as I am to meet you, I don't feel impatient for you to come out. Don't get me wrong little one.. I long to give you kisses, count your little toes and introduce to your loving family. To see if you have a mass of hair, because of all the heart burn you have given me, and to just hold you precious baby.
The thing is I am not as anxious as I was with your brother and sister. I am enjoying being pregnant. Which your father thinks is strange. But you and I already have a special little bond. It's weird because we don't know if you are a little boy or girl but I feel so close to you. We have been through a lot together. You were a trooper in Mexico, a tough little guy through the chicken pox and I just adore you.
Maybe I am just not entirely ready to share you yet.
You will be here soon enough but for now I love having you close by.
I love you Hercules,
Mommy
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