June one.

"I had that familiar conviction

that life was beginning over again

with the summer."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (love!)

Dear Tiny "Baby Tummy" (as Morg calls you),

June is cause to celebrate, my dear. Summer, sun, and you.
This month you'll be born. And we cannot wait to hold and snuggle you.

Come out soon, won't you? Please?

Love (so much),

  Mommy.