If you come to us now, you'll be born in May. We've started affectionately started calling you our May-be, with a chuckle and a crossed finger, and an instinctual rub of the belly.
Five months ago, we started this waiting game. And, in a year compounded by difficult thing after difficult thing, waiting for you is the most painful of all.
This time has been important, too, in helping us to build you the stable home you deserve, in teaching us to do hard things, in helping us see what really matters. You are a miracle, sweet baby, and whenever you join us earthside, it will be beyond our wildest dreams.
We wait, bleary-eyed and hopeful. Ever nauseous morning, every belly-flop, every tear, we think, might mean you're on your way. And every time, we hope, it will be true.