I guess I can address you formally now since I have scientific evidence that you are, in fact, a boy. I am no longer relying on my "hunches" or dreams, etc. But you and I both know that it was more than that. God knew you were going to be my son the minute your dad and I first talked about having you. And I knew you would be Eli a mere two weeks into this journey. It's like we already know each other. I dream about you almost every night. Sometimes you are still in utero. Only once have I dreamt of you being born. I have lots of dreams with you as a young toddler/preschooler. Several of you at our house, playing in the driveway while your daddy works in the garage or of him helping you out of his truck that's sooo big to you. Most of the time you have sandy blonde hair. Only once did you have a little darker brown hair. But your eyes are a different color almost every time. Sometimes brown, sometimes blue, sometimes more green. You are always determined and mostly serious. Like your dad when he is cooking or working on a project. He is an amazing man. You are really lucky to have him as your ultimate role model. I can't wait for you to meet him. And I know he can't wait to meet you. I don't think I have ever seen him as excited about anything as he was today when he saw he was having a son. Son. I love that word.
You have been giving me horrendous headaches of late. But tonight I am peaceful. As I sit here in bed with the laptop gently pressing against my tummy, I can feel you pushing against it on the lower left side. That's where you always are these days. Your daddy's always on my left side too. And there you are snuggling in as between us as you can get in utero.
You are going to grow up to be amazing. Just like your dad. You have made our family complete. Now we just wait for you....