Dear Self, you really have a warped idea of “big” don’t you? You seriously thought you were huge at 15 weeks? Pshh, girl. You were tiny. Take a look at yourself when you were 21 weeks! You see that? It’s a belly. And it’s here to stay. It means baby girls is growing! Dear Husband, you are amazing. That is all really. When you smooch my belly and tell our little bit how much you love her, I have to fight back tears! I’m a little nervous about these “air jordan booties” you are pushing me to get, but I’ll probably relent & give in because you’re just so stinkin in love with our little that I can’t tell you no. Dear Butt, I won’t be upset if you stop aching. Really. I promise, there will be no hard feelings. Dear Little Sisters, sorry little miss didn’t feel like sharing her moves with you. I think she likes playing tricks when people try feeling her. I promise she was doing flips right up until you put your hands on my belly. Dear Peanut Butter Fudge, OH MY GARSH. I should have gotten more than a 1/4 pound of you. I think I’ll cry when I finish the last piece. Dear Maternity Leggings, I love you. The end. Dear Work Chair, you hurt. Please see “dear butt”. Dear GLOW/Pearls, I can't wait to watch Annie tonight & have lots of good treats at our Pink Party! You girls bring serious joy to my life! Dear Baby Girl, mama is so excited to meet you! Only 17 weeks left!! Time is flying by & before I know it, I’ll be holding you in my arms & stealing kisses every chance I get!
Happy Friday friends!