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27 Weeks

Dear Aaron,

Hi baby boy. Happy 27 week Heaven Day! This week I started my new job and I am tired. I do like it...so far so good, but it's just a lot to learn. I put your picture on my desk at work. Every day so far I have had people ask about you. It gives me a chance to tell people about you. People have been very nice about everything...asking questions about you, when you were born, what your name is etc. It's nice to have people do those kind of things.

The move is upon us. Your daddy and I talked about it and even though it's a new house we are still going to have "Aaron's room". The room that was going to be the nursery at this house we always call "Aaron's room" and I can't give that up, so even though it will have a bed in it for a guest, it's a room where I will be able to display some of your things etc. I am actually getting pretty excited to get our Christmas tree out and decorating it. I got you a stocking that is so cute. I wish you were going to be with us this Christmas...it would have been so much fun.

I had a really neat dream about you the other night. We were at a park with ALL our family (both sides) and you were there with us. I love watching everyone interact with you and I especially loved watching you play with you daddy. One of my favorite parts of the whole dream was when I got to hold you, feed you and go and change your diaper. It's funny what I crave the most...a big fat wet, messy diaper.

I love you Aaron! I wish I could be coming home at the end of the day to cuddle, play, bath you and tuck you in...but since I can't know that I'm wishing for it all the time.

A million hugs and kisses,
Mommy

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Anonymous said…
I can't wait to see "Aaron's Room"!

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