Dear Primrose: You are the best thing that’s happened to me (besides finding and marrying your daddy).  I’m pretty sure I was made to be your mama.

Dear Breastfeeding:  It’s like I’ll never be full again.  I will eat all the things.

Dear Friends and Neighbors:  All of you have been so nice, bringing over food and offering support.  We are so lucky to have you in our lives.

Dear KC:  Just when I thought I couldn’t love you any more, you became a dad and my whole heart exploded.

Dear Blood Pressure:  Umm, ok, it’s been almost 2 weeks now.  Feel free to get back to normal anytime you want (ideally sooner rather than later).

Dear Cuyana:  Ordered my new bag!  I can’t wait.  (And it’s not totally frivolous — I’m using it as an everyday diaper bag.)

Dear Solly Wrap:  You are absolutely one of the best baby items for the first weeks so far.  (Seriously, how do people lug around the carseat everywhere?  It’s so dang heavy!  I’d much rather just throw P into the wrap and carry her around that way.)

Dear Friends:  Thanks for all your kind words about P’s birth and the little complication that followed.  I’m glad that everything worked out ok (though I do suspect I’m going to have to do some convincing to get KC on board for the next baby…)

Dear Beer:  I had a dream I drank one of you and was so wasted.  Probably pretty accurate at this point.

Dear Sleep:  Well, I’d certainly like to be meeting up with you more, but I know this part isn’t forever.  I’ll sleep when she’s older. 😉

Love, Chelsea