Dear Baby,
It's time to come out now. I saw you on the ultrasound yesterday- sleeping away with your arm up over your head like your Dad and your sister both do- so I know you are all warm and comfy, but it's really not so comfy for me. Especially when you poke me with that elbow.
There are lots of good things to see and do here and we all can't wait to meet you. And while I am relieved that you are not particularly huge, I really don't think you need any more time to grow. You can grow out here, with us, where there is LOTS more room.
I promise it will be fun and you won't regret it.
Love,
Mama
P.S. I hope you will agree to this on your own, but just so you know, check-out time is 3pm on Saturday. And no, we will not be re-stocking the mini-bar.
4 comments:
Hmmmm... she might just be waiting to be a Valentine's Baby, I think. Something also tells me she's so comfy and cozy in there that you might want to stock up on those magic swaddling blankets 'cuz she might be a "wrap-me-up-tight" baby.
So, if your previous post is correct, you should be walking the halls of the hospital trying to get your stubborn child to arrive today! Good luck... and I love the letter to your unborn daughter!
I assume you are currently serving eviction notice, here's hoping it's fast, clean, and painless.
It looks like it worked without having to call in the sherif! We can't wait to meet her.
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