Dear Baby,
It's unbelievable, but you are coming, finally. After missing my period, and all the awful cramps, I started to get suspicious. Also the too big for their bra boobs were a jumping around during exercise, like they had a life of their own. That was the second clue. The two positive pregnancy tests were the icing on the cake.
DH has the (last) pregnancy test and wants me to start a shoe box with belongings for you. He thinks you're a girl, and have started talking to you already.
I'm off to the GP tomorrow to have your existence confirmed, medically. Now, the wait begins. We've told a couple of people who've been ecstatic. DH wants to shout it from the rooftops, but I've convinced him to keep his council for another couple of months.
Look forward to meeting you.
Love,
Dear Mama