Dear Penny:  I’m not sure why you have such a fascination with our socks, but it’s simultaneously adorable and a little bit gross.  (She steals them after we take them off and uses them as a pillow.)

Dear Baby:  Your room is almost ready!  I can hardly believe it.  Sometimes I go in there and just think about what it will be like when you’re here.  And by the way, your daddy is pretty excited to meet you (he keeps asking, “What do you think she’ll be like??”)

Dear Food:  I can’t seem to get enough of you these days and this belly is really showing it.

Dear $30 Parking Ticket:  After close to 3 months, 2 appeals, and a strongly-worded letter + supporting documents, I’m getting you refunded.  Don’t mess with a pregnant attorney who knows when she’s in the right.

Dear Trader Joes’ This Cranberry Walks Into A Bar:  Um, why are you so randomly delicious right now?  So weird.

Dear Lungs:  Remember when it didn’t feel like I was out of breath all the time?  I miss that.

Dear Baby Gap:  OMG STOP.  I can’t even deal.

Dear BLTA:  There’s kind of nothing more amazing and delicious than you right now.  I think I’m gonna have to recreate that sandwich again tonight for dinner.  Bacon forever.  (But not in the first trimester.  Barf.)

Dear KC:  Thanks for tackling all those projects around the house last weekend.  You’re the best.

Dear Weekend:  I can’t wait to sleep in!  This whole third trimester thing just makes me want to sleep 24/7.  Zzzzzz…

Love, Chelsea