Please Be In There, Sprout

My dear little Sprout, are you there? I can't stop thinking about you. In three or four days, I'll know for sure, but in the meantime, I can't help but think it's not warm enough in there for you. I'm so sorry, honey. I'm trying. And I'm hoping. And maybe tomorrow, I'll see a triphasic chart and I'll stop worrying that you're too cold.

I'm not even sure that you exist, but I already love you more than I can say. And if you trust me enough to stick with me, I promise I will always try to keep you safe and warm, and I will always love you.