It's time we talked

Dear Peanut,

It's been 4 months since you came to be a blob of cells, muliplying and eventually forming you into the tiny human you are currently growing inside me. I will save us both the embaressment of relaying the details of how you were conceived, but I do have many a bone to pick with you about all the trouble you have caused since that faithful evening.
I have to admit I thought pregnancy was going to be awesome! I could get fat and not feel pressured by society, I could indulge in guilty food pleasures, I could park in the expectant mother parking at department stores, and I could get away with wearing Muumuu's in public. Pregnancy was going to be heaven!
But my sweet little peanut you squashed that delusion immedietly.
Pregnancy so far has been mostly miserable. Between the sickness, and the bloating, and the insane out bursts of crying hysterically or shouting in rage at the fact that I ran out of laundry detergent, I'm surprised your father hasn't packed up and sought refuge.
The books warn of all of these and many other what I have dubbed "preggo problems", all of which you have happily reigned down upon me, but the books just don't do justice as to just how miserable each new symptom truly is.
Remember though Peanut, I said mostly miserable. There have been those little moments where I am in aww of how in love I am with someone that I am yet to even meet.
I cried with joy when I showed the pink + to your papa, and my heart swelled the first time I saw you on the ultrasound screen. you were a tiny mass, 27mm big, but I loved you more than I've loved anything before. And in 3 weeks I get to see you again, this time as a tiny person, and find out if you will be my son or daughter.
So dear Peanut, for all the miserey there has been some amazing moments along the way, and many many more lay ahead of us, and I cannot wait to experience them all with you.

xoxo