I didn’t think I would write open letters to you on my blog because I’m not very consistent. And I’d hate for this to be the only blog letter you get. Not that you care. You’ll probably be just like your dad and never read this anyways. Which is probably for the best considering I’m not afraid to talk about my bowel movements so why would I shy away from talking about yours?
The thing is that I just got an email that told me that if you decided to make your debut this week you would have an 85% chance of surviving. Obviously, I’m thrilled that your survival is slowly depending less on me and that we’re that much closer to meeting you. And holding you. And introducing you to your cats.
But that also means that our special journey is almost over. I mean, we’re literally about to “cut the cord” and you’re not going to need me the way you have for the past 6.5 months. Which is great, but kind of sad.
I can already tell I’m going to suck at dropping you off at kindergarten.
When I told your dad that you had an 85% chance of making it he looked surprised. And happy. I think he’s gearing up for your arrival. Mostly because he now gets to buy all the boy toys he wants.
And he thought he wanted a girl. Pssh.
Your brown grandmother is finding out that you have an 85% chance right now, as she reads this. I didn’t want to tell her because if she had her way you would have been here back in November when you didn’t have any chance at all because you were still… underdone? Anyways, now that she knows your odds are pretty good I wouldn’t be surprised if she starts praying for your early arrival. I’m just kidding. Your brown grandmother knows that 85% is a B, and she won’t settle for anything less than A’s. Especially when it comes to things like survival rates.
And this is as good a time as any to let you know that McKinney’s don’t make B’s. Unless you’re Bobby.
Which reminds me, please don’t play World of Warcraft. Please.
I think that’s it, my little almost finished Marshmallow. Keep up the good work.
Mom (<— THAT IS SO WEIRD!)
P.S. You’re going to love your cats. They’re great.