Dear twins,

I am in early labor and realized I never wrote my letters to my babies in the womb.

I think I have just enough time to squeeze these notes in now.

Dear little girl,
You are Baby A, you will be my first born, my little girl with pigtails, maybe you'll ask me about shaving your legs someday, maybe even tell me about your first crush.

When you were in my womb, you were a wild child. You love to kick and punch, I felt you hiccup and you are the one who is so ready to come out. You've already dropped into my pelvis and you've left your brother very little room. You've stretched your body out on my left side and we know you have hair -- we saw it on the ultrasound.

Because of how you've been in the womb, once you are born I see you as a natural leader, persistent if not slightly impatient...just like your dad.


Dear little boy,
You are my Baby B, you made your grandpa G so happy that you will carry on the family name, my little boy with skinned knees who might wipe off my kisses someday, but I'll understand.

In my womb, you were kind enough to give up most of the room to your sister. You have curled your body in a little ball and love to stick your little butt way up into my ribs. You've lived on the right side of my body and love to squirm around and kick a lot.

I think you are going to be a heartbreaker, but the best kind. The one that everyone loves, a polite and sweet and kind boy who will grow into a total gentleman.

I cannot wait to meet you both, to learn from you, to teach you things, to hold your hand when you want me to and to pretend I don't know you when you get to that age. Oh and I remember when I was that age.

I can go on and on but I actually can't. You'll see how I'm a emotional one and I'll be the mom crying when you take your first steps, lose your first tooth, head off to school, and know it's because I love you.

Let's have a good delivery, OK? I'll try to meditate and stay calm, maybe you both can do the same. Pinky promise?

Love,
Mom