Dear Seuss:  You’re quite the adventurous little beast (please note that she’s prowling the top of the bed, sniffing Penny who likes to snooze under the top quilt in the morning).

Dear Self:  Happy birthday tomorrow!  Pretty crazy that you turned 21 TEN WHOLE YEARS AGO.

Dear Baby:  So many hiccups.  Every single day.

Dear KC:  I’m so excited to go eat some steak with you tomorrow.

Dear Clothes:  Remember when so many of you fit?  Man, those were the days.

Dear Scale:  Um, seriously what is happening.  We probably need to break up until at least 8 weeks post-birth.

Dear Bar Method:  8 months pregnant and still taking full classes!  Thigh sure is a lot harder with a giant, heavy bowling ball belly though.

Dear Haircut:  I can’t wait.  Hopefully the little lady stays put long enough so I can get to my appointment in a few weeks!

Dear Pajamas:  You’re all I want to wear these days.  I have a feeling maternity leave is going to be very sexy.

Dear KC:  Sorry in advance for my pajamas-only clothing policy.

Love, Chelsea