What do I miss?
I miss your kicks.
I miss your 8:15 wake ups.
I miss your hiccups.
I miss the dreams of having you.
I miss setting my hand on my belly getting closer to you that I already was.
I miss when your daddy would talk to you and sing you songs.
I miss your daddy talking to my belly.
I miss knowing that you were happily growing inside of me.
I miss going to bed at the end of a long day and feeling your kicks.
I miss my doctor’s appointments where we would hear how you were growing.
I miss hearing your heartbeat.
I miss telling Nolan about you.
I miss preparing Nolan to be the best big brother he could possibly be.
I miss preparing your nursery, folding your clothes and shopping for you.
I miss being blissfully happy.
I miss thinking about our future with you.
I miss talking about whether you were a boy or a girl.
I miss attempting to pick a girls name for you.
I miss walking around everywhere I went knowing you were safely tucked inside of me.
I miss being pregnant with you.
I miss when Nolan would talk to you.
I miss when Nolan would touch my belly and ask about you.
I miss sitting in your nursery reading books to Nolan knowing you were listening along.
I miss looking at the app to see how you were developing.
I miss counting the months, weeks and days until we would meet you.
I miss dreaming about your future.
I miss the time we had together.
I miss your little button nose.
I miss those eyes I never got to see open.
I miss the breath I never got to feel.
I miss the weight of your body on mine.
I miss everything about you Simon.