Dear my unborn, unconceived child...

Dear, my unborn, unconceived child,

I don’t know when or if I’ll ever meet you but I want you to know a few things. I pray everyday for you. I already love you though you’re not here. I long for the sleepless nights and tired days. I long for your cry and temper tantrums. I long for the days I’m sick of hearing “momma” over and over again. I long for that hug you need when you fall down.

I long for the moment I find out I’m carrying you. I long for the aches, pains, and nausea you would bring. I long for that growing belly and stretch marks you will give me. I long for the day you finally enter this world.

But most of all, my unborn, unconceived child... I long for you.