…and you have no idea.
I would tell you, but you have forgotten I exist…that we existed, just 4 short months ago. You would not listen if I called so what’s the point? I’ll just leave it to chance, because carrying this child is a chance, a chance that I won’t live through the pregnancy, because the doctors warned me to not get this way again-I have a thin uterus. They call it a window because you can see the baby as soon as they cut into my abdomen. They also call it a ticking time bomb. But I am not a murderer. I love this child. And I love you.
Even if you won’t hear it…congratulations, you’re going to be a daddy.