Dear Baby:
I'm new at this. A rookie, you might say. As are you. We're in this together.
I have, however, seen films. Read books. Articles. Newsletters. I have a daily journal of your growth and development. We even took a class to teach me how to breathe (heeeheeeeheeeehoooo) when you decide to join us. I may have not experienced first-hand how you're going to get from Point A to Point B, but I've got a pretty good idea.
Which is why I feel confident in telling you that no matter how hard you try to snap off my lower-most ribs and Shawshank your way out of the side of my belly to freedom, it ain't gonna work. There's only one way out. And that's not it.
Just trying to be helpful. Save your energies for a few weeks from now when you can keep us up all night with your powerful Whitney Houston-like ballads for hours on end. That will be more fun.
Loveyacan'twaittomeetchya.
Mom
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Seriously, I think that I am going to cry!!!!! you are going to be such a
great mommy!
I am so glad that you are my sister!
kristi
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