I just had a long talk with my stomach... well not really my stomach, but the thing inside. I asked it to help me... I really shouldn't call it a "thing" but I really don't know what it is... Is it a boy? A girl? Brown haired? Blue eyes? Green eyes? Will it love me? Will it dance the way I used to? I'm going to start calling it "my baby", screw "it" and "thing". It's the only person that understands me, and listens to me, and knows exactly what to do... to just sit there and be quiet. Although it's not even a person yet... I've only been pregnant for four months and it feels like forever. Anyway... I had a long talk and my baby listened to everything I had to say, I cried it all out and deep inside felt the warmth in my heart... I really do feel that my baby loves me... and Diary... I love my baby too. So much. We talked about everything, I really sorted some things out. I'm going to do everything for my baby, I'm going to eat healthier, and always be extra careful. I've always been careful, but I need better nutrition. I'll stop staying up till all hours in the morning crying, I'm going to be well rested so that my baby is as healthy as any other baby. It feels good to have someone who depends on you as much as my baby does... it feels so much better. I kept rubbing my stomach and telling that little wee baby inside that everything was going to be alright...

"Your daddy will be there... you will love him... he'll be a great daddy... I promise... And me... I'll be the best mom you'll ever have... I promise."

Allyson