This is a letter that I have written to our son, Squigler, who is due to be born tomorrow but seems very happy where he is so will probably be a little late! To find out more about us please see my blog A place of my own and follow our adventures in becoming parents for the first time.
You can also follow me on Twitter @dancinfairy
Dear Squigler,
Hello. You don't really know me yet (other than my insides) but I am your Mum. I'm the annoying one who has been twittering on to you all the time while you were doing all of that important growing of organs and limbs and getting big and stuff. I hope you like what you find when you decide to arrive.
I just wanted to write down how I am feeling right now. You are due to be born tomorrow, although I know that you seem quite happy where you are and that you will come out when you are good and ready on your own timetable and not mine. I am sure there is a lesson in there somewhere that I need to learn pretty sharpish.
When you do arrive me and your Dad will call you something other than Squigler I promise (to your face anyway - the internet will have to call you that for a bit longer). We have spent a lot of time trying to pick your name, but we seem to have ended up back at the beginning with one of the first ones that we thought of. I hope that you like it and that we have spent enough time trying to find something that will not cause you to be lumbered with an annoying nickname for the rest of your life (Mine: Smelly Whiff. Your Dad's: Cheesecake) I am sure someone will come up with something but I am fairly certain we have avoided the major pitfalls!
You know more about me than you do about your Dad so let me fill you in. You are a very lucky boy because your Dad is simply the best person I have ever met. He is funny and kind and caring and will always put you and me first. He is very excited about becoming a Dad, and when we found out you were a little boy and again when he heard your heart beat for the first time he cried a few little tears. He is a big softie, which may embarrass you in years to come but I love it. He balances me perfectly and we are such a great team. He has looked after the both of us so well over the past 9 months and I just cannot wait to see him hold you in his arms for the first time. I am afraid that my heart will go pop with love when you are born because it overflows with love for him everyday and I cannot imagine how I will fit you both in. Don't worry, I am very determined and can do anything I put my mind to, I just cannot comprehend how lucky I feel.
A word of advice, we both have our strengths. So he will be in charge of all outdoor pursuits such as sport or gardening. I am an indoor person, I will read to you and buy you books, I will teach you to cook and paint and make things. Your Dad can kick a ball, grow you food for dinner and explain the rules of Cricket and the Tour de France. Oh and whatever your Grandad or Aunty Alison say, you are a Tottenham Hotspurs supporter.
We have spent the last couple of years turning a house into a home ready for a family and when you arrive that is exactly what we will become, a family. Cannot wait to meet you little man.
Mum and Dad
You can also follow me on Twitter @dancinfairy
Dear Squigler,
Hello. You don't really know me yet (other than my insides) but I am your Mum. I'm the annoying one who has been twittering on to you all the time while you were doing all of that important growing of organs and limbs and getting big and stuff. I hope you like what you find when you decide to arrive.
I just wanted to write down how I am feeling right now. You are due to be born tomorrow, although I know that you seem quite happy where you are and that you will come out when you are good and ready on your own timetable and not mine. I am sure there is a lesson in there somewhere that I need to learn pretty sharpish.
When you do arrive me and your Dad will call you something other than Squigler I promise (to your face anyway - the internet will have to call you that for a bit longer). We have spent a lot of time trying to pick your name, but we seem to have ended up back at the beginning with one of the first ones that we thought of. I hope that you like it and that we have spent enough time trying to find something that will not cause you to be lumbered with an annoying nickname for the rest of your life (Mine: Smelly Whiff. Your Dad's: Cheesecake) I am sure someone will come up with something but I am fairly certain we have avoided the major pitfalls!
You know more about me than you do about your Dad so let me fill you in. You are a very lucky boy because your Dad is simply the best person I have ever met. He is funny and kind and caring and will always put you and me first. He is very excited about becoming a Dad, and when we found out you were a little boy and again when he heard your heart beat for the first time he cried a few little tears. He is a big softie, which may embarrass you in years to come but I love it. He balances me perfectly and we are such a great team. He has looked after the both of us so well over the past 9 months and I just cannot wait to see him hold you in his arms for the first time. I am afraid that my heart will go pop with love when you are born because it overflows with love for him everyday and I cannot imagine how I will fit you both in. Don't worry, I am very determined and can do anything I put my mind to, I just cannot comprehend how lucky I feel.
A word of advice, we both have our strengths. So he will be in charge of all outdoor pursuits such as sport or gardening. I am an indoor person, I will read to you and buy you books, I will teach you to cook and paint and make things. Your Dad can kick a ball, grow you food for dinner and explain the rules of Cricket and the Tour de France. Oh and whatever your Grandad or Aunty Alison say, you are a Tottenham Hotspurs supporter.
We have spent the last couple of years turning a house into a home ready for a family and when you arrive that is exactly what we will become, a family. Cannot wait to meet you little man.
Mum and Dad
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