At first you moved,
only a little.
I could always find you,
right in the middle.
As time goes on,
you will really start to grow.
It won't be whole lot,
in fact, it will be rather slow.
Before I know it,
you will be all over the place.
It kind of will feel like,
you are running a race.
People would ask me,
if, you are a boy or a girl.
I sit and wonder,
if, you will have curls.
There are so many things,
I really want to know.
But, you are hidden inside,
so the answers don't show.
How much will you weigh?
How tall will you be?
What color is your hair?
Will you even like me?
Your Dad and I,
planned you from the start.
You, my dear child,
were made straight from our hearts.
In about a few months or so,
I'll meet you, for the first time.
For you are the product,
of your Dad's love and mine.
There will be no one like you,
not any place in the world.
It really doesn't matter,
if you are a boy or a girl.
We are both so happy,
that you even exist.
The gender doesn't matter.
you'll be hard to resist.
I hope I make you proud,
that I am your mother everyday.
Because, you have filled my dreams,
in more ways, than words can say.
It won't be long before,
I can look you in the eyes.
I can feel the excitement growing,
I know I'm going to cry.
Don't worry my angel,
those tears will be of joy.
It won't matter to me,
if you are a girl or a boy.
