Mar 21, 2010 15:10
Dear Baby,
How - do? So, my little ferret of loveliness, how are you fairing? It seems you've decided my womb is the place to be, although you've certainly taken that not so little head of yours and stuck it quite decidedly on my cervix. How is that comfortable? Are you beginning to tire of all the bending? It isn't a conspiracy, I am just trying to keep as active as possible. I know it means you're often a little shaken up, or squished but my dear sausage-pot the thing is you are meant to be here, and thus I am not so sympathetic any more. Have you heard me growwwling? Yes, well that's because I am beginning to tire just a smidge of all the many inane comments you seem to attract.
It's a lovely day, the park was good fun no? I know the screaming from your big sisters may sound a smidge terrifying but they are VERY excited about your arrival, in fact that yelling of "come out come out" earlier? That was them expressing their love for you. You are very anticipated. There are groups of people awaiting news, we can't phone anyone now without them thinking you are here... it is funny but you know it'd be nice to actually make that call! I'm thinking you didn't enjoy the car washing so much? It must be cramped in there, surely?
Thing is my egg-noodle, I am beginning to get a smidge tired, and it's probably not good when I see a newborn baby and start muttering about the unfairness that they have theirs. It's cos I can't wait to meet you, I really can't. I'm not scared, worried or anxious. I am just plain excited. So do come along and make my world an even more love filled place, is that possible? I reckons-so.
I know, I know - you'll come when you are ready but it really is gorgeous out and it's a fab time to be born! Spring is springing and I'd love to have a big ole cuddle!
Love heaps and oodles,
Mumma.
baby 3