Dear Solly Wrap: You made last weekend’s wedding totally manageable — Prim was snug as a bug all night in the wrap.  So amazing!

Dear Penny: That new citronella collar we got you to control your barking is simultaneously so sad and sweet. (It’s completely painless, it just lets out a little spray whenever she barks which surprises her.)

Dear Bar Method: Slowly but surely my strength is starting to come back, and the return to abs this week wasn’t quite as terrible as I was expecting. I guess taking class all the way up to my due date really was a good idea.

Dear Mamas: Does the whole “touched out” thing end? Once I get Prim to sleep all I want to do is sit alone and not interact with anyone for awhile.

Dear Food: You are so, so delicious. I blame breastfeeding.

Dear 3am: I wonder how long you and I will be meeting up.

Dear KC: It’s kind of amazing how much I love you since you became a dad (but also how annoyed I can get while you sleep soundly through all the nighttime and early morning feedings. 😉 )

Dear Freezer: You are stuffed to the gills. I can’t even deal with opening you right now.

Dear Internet: I barely see you these days. I have no idea what’s happening in the outside world.

Dear Prim: You take all my time and energy these days, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Love, Chelsea

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

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

Dear Penny:  I can’t even handle you.  You are so cute.

Dear Baby:  You are due exactly one month from today.  It kind of feels like I just found out I was pregnant, but it also kind of feels like I’ve been pregnant forever at this point.

Dear Maternity Leave:  One more week!  Eeeeee I can’t wait.

Dear Hospital Bag:  KC keeps telling me to pack you, and I haven’t.  Maybe because it’s just a little too real if I do?

Dear Feet:  It feels like I’ve walked all over Disneyland in bad shoes every single day now before I even get out of bed.  I’m not a fan.

Dear KC:  Remember how you watched how-to videos on YouTube and then installed the carseat bases into both cars (and showed me how to do it correctly too)?  I love you.  (And this little lady is so lucky that you’re her daddy.)

Dear iPhone 5S:  So first my charger breaks then you decide to act all glitchy?  Annoying.  (And yeah, I could upgrade to the iPhone 6, but the damn thing is too big for my tiny hands!  It’s like you’re talking on an iPad.)

Dear Sephora:  What about how I shopped your VIB sale and bought all the things?  Good thing it was during my birthday month, otherwise I’d have some explaining to do to KC.

Dear Anastasia Dipbrow:  Um, LIFE-CHANGING.  I’m obsessed.

Dear Middle-Aged Ladies on BART:  For some reason you guys like to sit in the priority seating and ignore my almost-9-months pregnant belly (and I’m always unsure of what qualifies as a “senior” and so feel weird kicking a 55-60ish year old out of a seat).  But really, a lot of you were probably pregnant once — so… what the heck?  (But shout-out to the all the BART riders who have recently kicked people out of priority seating so I can sit down.  You guys make my day.)

Love, Chelsea