This thought makes me very excited: The baby that I’m about to deliver is going to love me best. Well, Ryan and me. I don’t mind sharing first place with him. The point is simply that without even trying — just because I’m the voice they recognize and the first face they see, and the person who nurtures and feeds them — I’ll have first place. Their face will light up when they see me. They’ll reach for me when I enter the room. If the right genes get passed on, their little hands will fly faster and faster when they think I’m about to pick them up. And even if they’re not the cuddly type, they’ll like sitting with me.

Me.

Because I’ll be the mom.

Amazing. Someone will love me as much as I love my mom.

I can’t wait.