You are twenty weeks old now. It doesn't seem possible that five months have passed since your life began, but then again, there is much in this world that happens that doesn't seem likely. We know you are safe and growing like a weed inside your mother's stomach, and it won't be too long before we'll be able to meet you in person.
Your mother and I got some pretty exciting news the other day. We were at the doctor's office for an ultrasound (sorry for all the poking and prodding, by the way, but you were being very camera shy) and we found out that in addition to having two feet and two hands with the appropriate amount of digits, a strong heart, and a radiant set of ribs, that you, my first child, are a girl.
When you are old enough to have the gift of life inside you (in my opinion, mid-twenties would be a good age), you'll probably respond much as most people do when they are asked if you are hoping for a boy or a girl, just as your mother and I did. We said that it didn't matter, as long as the baby was healthy, and while knowing you are a girl is great and exciting, the previous statement holds true. We aren't going to love you any more or less either way. You are the child we want above anything else. Besides, who said that girls can't play with Legos or like Star Wars?
One thing is for sure. You are going to be one awesome kid. I can feel it.
So it's with sugar and spice after all. Love,