Dear Banana Republic:  Thanks for making such cute pieces that fit over my pregnant belly, even though they’re not actually for maternity.

Dear Maternity Tops:  What is the deal with the tie-beneath-the-boobs thing?  Can we just not?

Dear Third Trimester:  What about how you’re going to be here in February?  That’s kind of insane.

Dear KC:  Remember how for our 10 year anniversary you got me a diamond band and I got you a picture of a porcupine?  Um, yeah, gift giving is totally not one of my strong suits.  (But I’m glad you love me anyway.)

Dear Holiday Diet:  It’s a shame you can’t last through January (and February and March…), but I should probably, like, eat a vegetable or something.  Ugh, adulthood.

Dear Crate and Barrel:  It’s sort of crazy how happy seeing this little side table in our living room makes me.  It’s the little things, y’know?

Dear Kindle:  What should I read next?  I’ve kind of been on hiatus lately, but feel like I should be getting back on my reading game.  How about something not baby/pregnancy related?  (Suggestions please!)

Dear Hunger:  You’re pretty epic these days.  Even KC is impressed how much food I can take down in a single sitting.

Dear Storksak:  Thanks for making a diaper bag that’s both functional and not insanely hideous.  That’s cool of you.

Dear Haircut:  Thank goodness I finally got around to meeting up with you.  Six months is definitely wayyy too long.  (#homelesshair)

Love, Chelsea