dad dreamt about you. you two were playing and you have grown so big. it's weird as no one has been telling me you'll be a boy. all of them are certain you are a girl.
your dad, being the overly ecstatic one to meet you, has been messaging me your possible name: Sarina, Tara Marini, Martina. all beautiful monikers but of course, mom will always have the last say. dad is certain he wants to name you after me and your 2 lolas.
i wish you good health, my love. earlier, i felt a little flutter while i was taking a shower. it felt weird. but i felt giddy, visualizing you out already.
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