Tomorrow!

Dear Baby Girl,

Tomorrow is when you are supposed to come!  You are supposedly 20 inches, 7.25 lbs., and the size of a small watermelon.  The biggest of all the fruits!   

I think you are going to come later than expected.  You are building so much anticipation!

Our hospital bags are packed.  I bought an extra toothbrush and toothpaste to put in the bag because I was afraid I’d forget to bring those with me. 

All 4 of your grandparents are here.  We are all hanging out every night, waiting on you, Baby!

Your momma tried putting clothespins on her toes.  She heard that that should send her into labor.  And she ate a whole pineapple in one sitting...  Google. 

Your car seat is installed.  We realized car seats don’t fit in our Jetta.  We are actually considering getting a new car now.  In the meantime, your momma sits in the back seat. 

You have a lot of clothes.  A lot of clothes.  You’ll like them. 

And, enjoy the split second when you are born because for that split second, you will be the youngest person in the world!  That will be pretty crazy!  Right?

Come soon, Baby!

See you soon.

Love,

Your daddy