>A letter to my STILL unborn son.
It’s your due date. There’s no pressure or anything, but Mommy is a fan of being punctual. Also, I made cookies.We’ve been joined, literally, for 40 weeks now. In the scheme of our lives, this is not long. You won’t remember the womb, which is probably a good thing. It’s dark in there. You won’t remember your birth or the first couple of years you are alive, but I will.
Your father and I are probably going to take entirely too many pictures of you doing things that will seem mundane later in life, but they’re miraculous to us now. We’ll have pictures of you covered in your first foods and your first birthday cake, which will totally freak me out, but I’ll play along for a few moments before spastically wiping you off. We’ll look at and analyze your first and subsequent poos like some ancient tea leaf readers. Your grandmothers, and you’ve got a lot of them, will ooh, ahh, and coo at your every move.
You have a brother and sister who are waiting as patiently as a nine and seven year old can. They are thrilled that we’ve named you Jack. Annie is worried that you’ll beat her up later, but you won’t. Max is afraid that you’ll be annoying. You will be, but it won’t be your fault. Little brothers are always in awe of their big brothers, especially because Max is nine and a half years older than you.
You’re going to love it here. We have really amazing food. We live in Florida, but there is a whole world out there that you’ll get to explore if you want to. We have animals of all colors, shapes, and sizes that you’ll get to see and study. Starting at home there are three cats. They aren’t really sure why I’ve gotten so fat and I can’t walk properly. They are mostly upset about my complete lack of lap, but I know they will find you interesting. You guys will have a lot in common. Mostly, they sleep all day and they depend on me to feed them and clean up their poop. I’ll be bathing you more and you’ll get to sleep in my room for a while. Also, you’ll be going with us wherever we go, and they just chill out at home like lazy security guards.
I hope that this letter in some way inspires you to hit the eject button, but if you don’t we’re going to do some strong convincing on Monday at 6:30am. Please come sooner. Daddy is not exactly what I would consider a morning person and neither is my mother, who you’ll call Mimi. Since they are my support team during your blessed entry, I’d like you to arrive when they have some pep in their step. (I won’t lie. You know how I said we had amazing food here? We totally do. If you do come in the morning time, I’m sending Daddy or Mimi to get me breakfast and they are more likely to go get me exactly what I want if you come a tad later in the morning.)
I can’t wait to meet you.