For when you're old enough.

Dear unborn, unconceived, child of my distant future,

Um, hi. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Andrea, and...well, I'm going to be your mom someday, but you can call me whatever you want to. God knows I will probably call you plenty of things before the day of your arrival ever comes. I'm pretty partial to calling you Squiggle Monster, but if that doesn't fit I'm sure your dad and I can figure something else out.

So, Squiggle Monster, you've been a long time in the making. I kind of broke a tradition with you. I waited until I was more ready for you than others in my family. Hopefully it was the right decision. I know you won't have that cool young mom that I had, but I promise I will try not to embarrass you too much. I can't speak for your dad though, he is pretty strange sometimes. I mean seriously, he wants to have a Star Wars cake topper for our future wedding cake. He's geek chic to the extreme. But all nerdiness aside, he has wanted to be your dad for a long time.

I guess I'll write more late, perhaps closer to your existence.
Ta ta for now.
Love,
Me