Little Letters

Little Letters

teeny wardrobe

Dear Baby:  Soooo, maybe your daddy and I went to Gap last weekend to buy you a “coming home from the hospital outfit” and ended up buying you a whole teeny-tiny wardrobe because your mama can’t make up her mind about anything these days…  Thank goodness for that employee discount.

Dear Nursery:  You are so close to being finished!  And I can’t even believe how adorable you look.  I think you’re probably my favorite room in the whole house right now.

Dear Belly:  Holy moly you’re big.  How is it that there’s still 8 weeks to go?  Is it possible to get even bigger?

Dear Closet:  Ugh, nothing fits.

Dear Washing Machine:  I realize that I have washed none of the baby stuff yet (I was saving it for the beginning of my maternity leave, which starts a bit before my actual due date), but I’m not really sure how I’m going to wash everything if I can’t reach the bottom of the washer with this giant belly in the way.  I feel like a t-rex with this big belly and short little arms.

Dear Third Trimester:  You’re really tiring.  I could literally sleep like 16+ hours a day at this point.  Apparently the end of pregnancy turns you into a cat.

Dear Waist:  Remember when I had one?  Ah, memories…

Dear Tabbouleh:  You are so delicious!  What a good choice this week.  (And it made me not feel so bad for eating half a pint of Ben and Jerry’s afterward…)

Dear Baby Foot:  Um, just so you know, pushing through my right waist isn’t the preferred exit strategy.

Dear KC:  Can you believe we’re going to be parents after next month?  It’s kind of crazy, considering that when we started dating I couldn’t legally buy booze yet and you thought shopping at Pac Sun was fancy.  Man, so much has changed!  (Except for the fact that I still love you a whoooole lot.)

Love, Chelsea