Hey little girl. It is time for you to come out. Past time for you to come out. I know the world is bright, and sort of scary, and probably colder, and different, but you'll love it I promise. You might feel comfortable in there right now, but aren't you getting a little cramped? Don't you want to spread your limbs? See colors? Taste food? Meet everyone who will love you? I know it is cozy, and maybe you feel like I do in the morning when I am just so comfortable all snuggled up in my blankets and I resent the light streaming through the window and the persistent call of my alarm clock, but it is time. It is time for us to meet. For me to hold you. For your dad to finally get to feel your weight. It is time to come. So please. Please come.