No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother’s love.

My friend has a baby, I am recording all the noises he makes so I can later ask him what he meant.

The time has finally come to share our wonderful news that we are expecting our first child together.

There is a sanctity involved with bringing a child into this world, it is better than bombing one out of it.

Unless you are the one who put this baby in here or the one who will take it out, you are not allowed to touch my belly.

A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years and in your heart till the day you die.

Use a poem: We have a little Valentine, Although it’s still brand new. You’ll meet our little Valentine, Its September, when we’re due..

Before you were conceived I wanted you. Before you were born I loved you. Before you were here an hour I would die for you. This is the miracle of Mother’s Love.