Dear KC:  That blue ceiling makes me so happy.  I know that laundry/family room space has been such a work in progress for like ever, but I think we’re allllmost done with it!

Dear Mom, Alexis and Grandma:  I can’t thank you guys enough for that wonderful baby shower on Sunday.  You guys definitely know how to throw a classy soiree, and this little lady and I are so lucky to have all three of you in our lives.

Dear Baby:  Um, have you been doing Bar Method in my belly?  Because dang your legs are strong.  Sometimes I swear your little foot is gonna push right through my waist.  Oof.

Dear Energy:  Where’d you go?  No, seriously.

Dear Dinner:  If you could make yourself, that would be so amazing.  For some reason this whole third trimester thing seems to be a lot of, “I don’t know what I want to eat” and “I have zero energy to figure it out.”

Dear Squirrel:  I’m sure it’s very luxurious and comfy up in our attic, but I’m really going to need you to find a new place to live.  Either that or start paying rent.

Dear Taxes:  Um, I hope you will be providing us with a giant refund this year because holy moly this whole having a baby thing isn’t cheap.

Dear Guy scooting past me and my giant belly in line:  I think the words you were looking for were, “Excuse me,” not “Look out.”  (I get that chivalry is pretty much out of the picture at this point, but remember regular manners?  Those were kind of awesome.)

Dear Maternity Leave:  6 weeks!  Omggggg.

Dear Heartburn:  So you’re back, huh?  Please excuse me for not celebrating.

Love, Chelsea