I think I can truthfully say that I have loved your child even before its conception. Before you hatched a crazy plan with an even crazier boy, before the act, before you took the test and learned that it was really real this time. Third time's the charm, as the cliche goes. Because I was there through every single scare, false test, and tearful early morning call when you were scared. We've all known that this pregnancy was inevitable, and so it became just a footnote on a text, an afterthought. "& oh btw, I'm gonna be a momma."
And so this child has been more than a concept for many months. I've written and re-written this in my mind, even if you never read it. We don't know much, you won't make this real yet, or even visit a doctor. Not that I'm surprised, mind you, but still concerned.
I wish I was there to be something, anything to help. I love you, both of you, no matter how this happened or how it turns out.
Vague, unrealistic, scrambled, fitting.
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