A little poem...
I do not have a face to see or put inside a frame.
I do not have soft cheeks to kiss; I don't yet have a name.
You can't hold my tiny hands, nor whisper in my ear.
It's still too soon to sing a song, or cuddle me so near.
But all will change come October 6th, when they say I'm due.
For I'll be your son or daughter when I finally meet you.
Ok there it is, I can't hold it in any longer.
Baby Jones is due this fall :)