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Dear Alice,

Just one week away before I get to meet you in person. I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself!

My students have been asking a lot about you.  They want to know what you will be: female or male. Your father and I have decided to keep it a secret from everyone till you arrive.

I've gotten multiple questions from my students wondering if you will be a human, or a monkey, or an alien. The things kids think of these days are wonderful.

Your father is very supportive of me. He puts up with my mood swings, he cleans the bathroom after my morning sickness. He's been a great help around the house, and he loves to wear his little apron while making me food. Each night, before he goes to bed, your father sits next to me and sings a lullaby to you. He says that if he sings to you each night, you'll get his singing voice and my beauty. Your father's also quite the charmer.

Yesterday we went to the doctors to make sure everything was going the way it was supposed to be. Although, I had a feeling in my stomach that something wasn't right. Your father assured me that I was just being paranoid, but I wasn't too sure.

We walked into the doctors office and everything had seemed fine. The doctor checked me over, everything seemed fine, except for a strange lump on my left breast. I told him that it's probably nothing, he said that it's better to check, just in case it could be something. That did not help to calm my nerves, thoughts of losing you began to run through my head. The breathing techniques to help calm me down weren't working. I looked to your father, he had warm eyes and a warm smile. That's when I knew everything would be alright. No matter what it was, we would get through it together.

The doctor did a few tests and a few more scans. His findings turned out to be that I had breast cancer. One of the risk factors of developing breast cancer is having kids later in life. Your father and I are on the older side and have been trying for years to have a baby.

Do not fret, your father and I will fight through the cancer and still make sure you grow up with the best possible childhood ever.

I love you, no matter what happens in the future, you will always be my world.

Love always,

Your Mother.

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