I'm your future mom. That is so weird to even type. MOM. When I think of mom, I only think of my mom. SHE'S a mom. I'm just ...i dunno....not. So that's weird right? you are gonna be the first run at me trying to crack this mommy thing. Sorry. Ahead of time. Yeah, let me get my sorry's out the way. Sorry for the time, I let you cry more than you want to, for under/over feeding you (at any age) sorry for dressing you in clothes you might later hate, sorry for the first time I say, "it's for your own good", and for everytime after that, sorry for making you eat food you hate because it's good for you, sorry for not understanding you when you are a moody teenager, sorry for the time you are at a school dance and I bust out in the funky chicken and you die of embarrassment...I of course will think it's HILARIOUS!
Anyway, this time is going by so SLOW...I just want to meet you already! I seriously can't wait. another three months seems like forever! I mean, take your time, stay in there for as long as you are supposed to, but, in all honesty, I can't wait!!!
so, this is what you have done to your moms cute figure...
I mean...not cool baby. not cool. And I know you have to grow...blah blah blah...but if you have any control over how big my boobs get...I think it's safe to say we can lay off now. ok? All set on the boob front. Thanks! you're a peach.
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