Dear Deuce,
Well, the name game has long been going on around this family. There are several names your Papa and I like, but some Lala or G.G. don't, or some the Greats don't, or some the other family members don't. I feel like I am starting all over again, just as I did with your older brother. Really the bottom line is your Papa and I have to like it, your older brother has to be able to say it, and then none of the rest matters--that much, at least. The list is narrowing, but still nothing concrete and I have to say, that is just the way I like it. I wish I could call you something in my head, or put a face with some of the names. Then I really think about it and would much rather save that for our first meeting in August. It is such a precious and culminating moment. The NAME! So until then, you will not have anything solid and I will just keep calling you Deuce or Baby Sister in my head.
You on the other hand, while I waffle with names are solidly set in your ways. I am getting bumped and kicked on a regular basis, almost on a regular schedule by you. It is a delight to settle in on the couch and watch you, feel you. At times this pregnancy seems a little surreal, like it is moving too quickly and too slowly at the same time. But in those moments of quiet, just you and me settling in, there is nothing more real to me than your growth and existence. Just now you are putting on quite the tumbling act in there. My phone is sitting on my belly while I type and it is bouncing rhythmically while you shift. I love it. I rejoice in it. I count those little kicks until my heart is just bursting. You and me and this family--forever. Love you always little one.
Love,
Mama
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