Dear Baby, Part 2...

Dear Baby,

We saw you for the third time on an ultrasound yesterday. This time, you looked less like a bug, and more like a person. You have a nice big head (still), and we saw your arms and legs. You have a little nose that we'll say looks like mine, even though I had a nose job at 14 and don't remember what my real nose looks like (the nose was broken, people...I wasn't a snotty little vain tween :-) ).

We ordered your crib yesterday...so now you can be assured of a place to sleep. Your Mama has to strip her old dressers and re-paint them, so we're not entirely sure that you'll have your things in drawers...they might be stacked up in the corner. I'm just kidding...she's more on top of stuff than I'll ever be...so your whole room will be ready and gorgeous. Which I suppose will please us plenty, even though you won't remember it at all. We'll show you pictures someday. Along with pictures of the egg you once were. Enough visuals to confirm for you that your parents are truly nuts.

You and I are currently still at odds over food. I'm hoping you'll take it easy on me soon and let me eat normally. That is still my chief complaint with this pregnancy - which I won't mention much until you (or your spouse/significant other/somebody vaguely related to you) experience pregnancy. Then I'll recount the torture you put me through, the days I couldn't eat, and the times that you were spiteful by letting me eat, only to toss it back up at me. On second thought, I may not do that at all. Because my mother is constantly telling me those stories, and it is darn annoying.

So, only 7 more weeks before we can start referring to you as a she or he. We're kind of already calling you a she, so if you're a girl that works out. If you're a boy...well...I hope you're not offended.

Take care in there, kiddo. And let me eat, would you? I'm sure we'll both be happier.

Love,

Your Mommy