A letter to my unborn child

Hey, so you were a big surprise. A happy surprise. We had been trying to convince you to join us for a long time, and now it seems you are on your way. Right now I am reliably informed that you are about the same size as a raspberry, and I love raspberries, so that is good. Last week you were a blueberry, and next week you will be a medium green olive if the What To Expect app on my phone is anything to go by.

I already love you and care about you, worry about you and wonder what you will be like. I saw your heart beating so fast while we were in the hospital making sure you were in the right place, you looked more like a raspberry than a person at that point, to be honest.

The doctors and nurses and technicians all use words that I don’t understand quite often, and so I am looking up things and when I find out what they are, I still don’t really understand what the explanations mean. Fortunately, there are people who do, so I try not to worry about that.

Years ago I made a pretty bold statement that by the time I was 40 years old, I would not be living in the U.K. and that I would also be retired. Well, you should be here with me before I am 40, and it would be fantastic if I somehow managed to retire by then so I could hang out with you the whole time. I will have a think and do my best to make sure I am around as much as I possibly can be, I don’t want to miss a single second of you.


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One thought on “A letter to my unborn child

  • January 10, 2018 at 8:05 am

    I’m pretty excited that we get to do this together. You’ll be an amazing dad. This is one lucky baby. I feel very lucky myself that you are the father to my children, like I won the lottery. Speaking of lotteries, if you win you could retire. Maybe get on that.


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