sentiment

I love this 'poem' and thought I'd share it with you all:

Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone,
but still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute
you didn't grow under my heart, but in it!

Perhaps it's because we KNOW we are next, but time is starting to whiz by. I can't believe we will see our little girl's face SOON. How is it possible to love her so completely already, before we even know who she is?