Dear Nugget,
I was kidding.
I didn’t mean it when I said that you could come any day now and that would be great, but apparently you took it literally. I just want to clarify a few things so you don’t get the wrong idea.
Mommy loves being pregnant with you. She will not complain anymore about her symptoms and how huge you make her feet look, she promises. She has been pretty down this last week about stuff, and I think that may have made you think it was time for your grand entrance, but it is not. That was just Mommy being impatient. She has a tendency to do that.
Just ask Daddy.
I do love that you’re willing to please though, it’s awfully kind, but if you could just pump your brakes a smidgen I think we would all be better off. There are at least four good weeks of baking that you ought to do before I can touch your sweet little nose to mine.
Plus, I haven’t even emptied, organized and alphabetized the contents of the linen closet yet.
I’m excited to meet you too, but let’s be reasonable about this. Have you seen the laundry room? There is nowhere to wash burp cloths or onesies or boppy covers or anything else, should you spit up on it. Not that you’ll be a drooler. Please don’t be a drooler.
Actually, you sit tight for four more weeks and I’ll let you drool to your heart’s content, how’s that sound? Pearl will probably enjoy licking it up anyway. (Oh, sorry internet. I hope you’re not eating your breakfast right now. No one wants to picture that over Wheaties.)
Alright, so do we have a deal? You’ll slow your pace a bit here, Nugget, and DanO and I will continue to make a fabulous nest (complete with an asbestos-free laundry room) just for you to drool all over.
It will be wonderful. I can['t] wait.
Love,
Mommy
Amen.