Little Letters

Little Letters

nursery stars kc

Dear KC:  Seeing you put up stars in the nursery for our little peanut (and the fact that you always call her “peanut”) makes me want to have 100 more babies with you.  I love you.

Dear Anemia:  I notice that you’re back and that my iron pills are taking their time kicking in.  I could just fall asleep right here…

Dear Old Navy:  Thanks for making flattering and affordable maternity clothes.  I pretty much just want to live in your maxi dresses until I deliver.

Dear Weather:  It’s kind of hard to complain about you when you’ve been so dang NICE lately, but it’s really ok if you want to bring on a bunch of spring rain.

Dear Body:  Everything is so tiring now.  (I’ve gotten to the point where if I drop something on the floor I have that moment of, “…just leave it?”)

Dear Maternity Leave:  8 weeks.  Holy moly.

Dear Baby Stores:  Why is everything one million dollars?

Dear Chipotle:  I never actually realized that it’s TWO DOLLARS extra for guacamole.  Are these avocados harvested by virgins and then smashed with hand-cut diamonds?  I’m confused.

Dear Gestational Diabetes:  I’m really glad I don’t have you, because man is chocolate delicious.

Dear Marie Kondo:  Just reading an article about your book inspired me to get rid of two HUGE trash bags worth of clothes.  I basically want to throw out everything I own right now.

Love, Chelsea