Dear Little Lady,
I'm just sitting here in your almost* completed nursery. I do this often. Sometimes during my day I'll come in here, close the door and just imagine what it will be like to have you here. It's so peaceful and quiet- I can almost see you swaddled tight, sleeping on these polka dotted sheets. I'm excited to have you here, but I'm practicing my patience. I can wait. You keep growing those chubby cheeks and leg rolls. November can't come soon enough.