A 5th letter to my unborn daughter

March 28, 2012

Dear Babygirl,

So, my feet have morphed into unrecognizable rectangles lately. We’ve discussed this.

It’s common knowledge in this household that your mama is retaining water like a champ. It’s no big deal, really. If that’s the worst of my concerns I think I’m doing ok.

Anyway, last night, as your Daddy and I were walking up the stairs at the end of the night to brush our teeth and crawl into bed, he says to me, in his best I-grew-up-the-youngest-of-four-kids-and-I-need-to-say-shocking-things-in-order-to-get-attention voice, “Is your BUTT retaining water?!”

He hadn’t reached his orneriness quota yet for the day. He had to add up a few more points while he could.

I have to admit, a loud laugh escaped my mouth before I could snap it shut and pretend to be angry.

I reached the top of the stairs, spun around, and informed your now-grinning-like-an-idiot Daddy that he has officially signed himself up for full-time diaper duty for the first six months of your life.

If your digestion system is anything like his, Babygirl, he’s in for a treat. Make me proud, girl. Make me proud.


Other letters in the Dear Babygirl series:
A letter to my unborn daughter
Another letter to my unborn daughter
Yet another letter to my unborn daughter
A 4th letter to my unborn daughter

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