Dear little bean,
I'm currently 6 and a half weeks pregnant with you, so we're half way to the 'safe zone'. I have dreadful nausea and can't stomach the idea of 90% of food. If I even THINK about chicken or tuna I gag (like I am right now.)

Despite the whole 'I feel like I'm about to die' feeling, I'm just glad that you're still cooking. I've read enough to know that having nausea is a good sign in pregnancy so I'm really stoked that you're okay, even though I'm suffering. This week you are going to triple in size so my cramps are gonna triple in intensity, but that's okay too.

This week I've been constantly asking myself "am I really ready for this? Am I old enough? Wise enough? Responsible enough?". I really don't know the answer to any of those questions. A week ago I had it all figured out, but now it's really hit me. I remember reading something a long while ago that asked if you could care for a child right now. It had questions like "do you have things to offer the child right now? Money to support the child right now? Could you be fully prepared by tomorrow? If not, you're not ready for a child."

Judging by that, I'd have to say no, I'm not ready. I have so little to offer you right now. I wouldn't be ready to have you by tomorrow. However, I know that I will be ready for you by the time you're due. I'll have everything you'll need emotionally, physically and financially. Sure, your dad and I are both still in uni, but by the time you're due your dad will only have half a year left until he gets his degree, and I'll look after you all day until we feel that you're ready for a sitter or child care.

We might not have it all right now, but by the time you're born you'll have everything you'll ever need, I promise.