Im writing to you, my unborn child

With a spirit so gentle, meek, and mild

Thou you have not yet been conceived

In my mind your 10 toes and 10 finger s I do see

I wish a little girl for me

Or a cute little son for daddy

Ill whisper in your ear oh how much I love thee

And youll look at me and smile

And my eyes will become pregnant with tears of joy

My unborn child will you do me a favor please

Dont be like your mommy.

Im way to shy; you must be bold and assertive

I never listen; do as youre told

Im a bit passive; dont be too aggressive

I love deep; love even deeper

Im very fickle; stay committed

Im doubtful; be confident

My unborn child

With a spirit so gentle, meek, and mild

Im patiently waiting on the day when you come into my world

Your 10 toes and 10 fingers Ill see

And ill whisper in your ear oh how much I love thee

And youll look at me and smile

Then my eyes will give birth to streams of happiness.