Dear Baby (13) junk food

You've been with me for 23 weeks now...
Here we go again. All you want to eat is junk! Ben & Jerrys Phish food, cinnamon rolls, toaster stroodle, pumpkin pie, whip cream, chocolate milk, cocoa puffs...oh and sour cream n cheddar ruffles, French fries (when did we stop calling them Freedom fries?), sausage pizza, dinner rolls with a ton of butter...the list goes on and on.

Then there's your confusion of night and day. You are far more active at night, even if I am super calm or take a nap in the middle of the day, you still don't start the backflips until the sun goes down.

Your brother chose your room for you, he's over the fact that you aren't allowed to sleep in his bed. I have a feeling he will be extra over the idea once you arrive and wake him in the middle of the night.

Looking at your brother's baby pictures I can't wait to see what you look like. I hope you get your father's blue eyes and my eyelashes like your brother did. I hope you get some strangers ears, either way you're screwed in that department. The rest I'm not too worried about.

I can wait to meet you, I know time is going to fly by, so take your time on your arrival.

I love you through and through, yesterday, today, and tomorrow too.

Dear Baby (12) home

We are in the middle of moving and I am so thankful to soon be able to get things organized for your arrival. So much of the baby stuff has been in the barn I don't have an accurate idea of what all I need for you. With the new house we will finally be able to dig out everything from the garage and sort through it. I've been so stressed out about it I haven't been able to think straight about the day you're in my arms.
It's nice having a feeling of impending relief, instead of impending doom.