Dear How-old.net: You’re obviously completely inaccurate, but you sure make me feel good about myself. (And I think it’s hilarious that you keep guessing that KC is in his 40’s, but the other day you guessed I was 16.)
Dear Baby: Well, I think we’re about as ready as we’re going to get for your arrival. We’ve got a few more things being delivered from Buy Buy Baby and Amazon, but at this point we’re pretty much ready when you are!
Dear Rain: What a nice surprise this morning. Feel free to come back as often as you’d like (meaning: a lot).
Dear Penny: I love you, but you really need a bath. So stinky.
Dear Belly: I had a dream that I woke up and you were flat again. I thought I’d had the baby and zipped right back into shape, but then there were little feet still poking me in the side…
Dear Shoulders: This whole “sleeping on your side” thing totally sucks. How do people do it?
Dear Feet, Ankles and Legs: I don’t know what to tell you guys. I think if I’m going to get stretch marks at this point, it may be below the belly because y’all are so swollen.
Dear Solly Wrap: I think I’m going to need to watch a few more tutorials before I’ll be able to master you, but I can’t wait to wrap up the peanut once she’s here!
Dear Dinner: I have zero motivation to make you these days, even when I do manage to drag my big belly to the grocery store. I really need a wife.
Dear Cherries: What about how I ate half a pound of you in a single sitting yesterday? So delicious.
Love, Chelsea
U have a much older brother. So do I–2 of ’em
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