Dr Peanut,
It's starting to happen. You are begining to make yourself known to the world via my waistline. So far others have only known of your exsistance by word of mouth and a grainy photo of you as a 27mm long lump, but last night as I went to put on a favorite pair of jeans, they just wouldn't quite button. This brings about mixed emotions. On one hand I am excited that you are growing and stretching and making yourself at home. On the other hand this means that maternity pants are quickly around the corner.
I didn't think I would dread maternity clothes, then Christmas happened. Santa Claus(who, let me say, can be brutually honest at times) brought me 2 pairs of maternity pants, and let me just say ugh....
While I am not excited about looking like a frumpy hippy for a few months, and though I have been reassured that they do make clothes much cuter than those bestowed on me by St. Nick, in the end know that I would wear burlap sack so long as it ensured your health, comfort and development.
With so much love,
Your Mama
p.s. We get to see you on Monday, so be sure to pick up your room and wash behind your ears, because this is the big day when we find out if your our son or daughter! xoxo
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