I love you.
You, who's taking the time to read this post.
You, who took the time to send such warm and wonderful thoughts our way these last few days.
You, who knows what a complete stressed out wack-job I can become.
You, who knows that a few deep breaths and a good glass of red wine helps in times like these so you went ahead and opened that bottle and had a glass or two for Whoopsie.
You, who have over the years told me to take it one day at a time, don't jump to conclusions, and be patient.
You, who have only known me a short while, who still tell me that exact same thing.
All of you were with us yesterday. We were all there together when the doctors performed that test that sounds so scary, "amniocentesis," yet really wasn't nearly as horrible as I had thought it would be.
You were sitting next to me on the couch all evening, telling Whoopsie to stay away from that little hole and not to kick quite so hard. (You can on Saturday, little bug, just not so hard today!)
You've been such a blessing and I have no way to really thank you as much as I would like to. Just know that all your thoughts, prayers, and kind words have meant the world to me and I really do feel good and optimistic that everything will be ok.
It's going to be a long two weeks, but I'm glad I've got you around to help me think about other things.
Now, you get on out there and do something nice for yourself today. Go do a cartwheel, or have an ice cream, get a puppy, turn up your stereo really loud, go for a swim, sign up for a race, finger paint, eat chocolate without guilt, ignore your laundry, or by golly, just laugh out loud.
When you've got someone like you in your life, there isn't anything else to do but celebrate.
Thank you. All of you for all you've done for me.