Dear Doctor, I love my doctor's visits. I am thankful for a (very) healthy pregnancy. But this does not mean that you get to rush me out the door. I have questions just like every, normal pregnant woman. When I get to hear little E's heartbeat, you better bet that I need you to stop rushing so that I can just enjoy it, gosh darn it. I don't care that you went to Harvard.
Dear Arizona friends, you blow my socks off. You constantly amaze me with your generosity, your thoughtfullness, and your kindness. I love playing Bunco with you, I love it when you just stop by my new house to bring brownies, and I'm blown away when you give us house-warming cards. You're the bomb dot com, and I never knew I'd form such amazing friendships here in such a short amount of time. Tonight, it's time to celebrate Crystal's birthday and go see "What To Expect When You're Expecting"-- and since nearly all of us are preggo or have little ones, I know we'll laugh our socks off.
Dear blog friends (especially you, you, and you), I love you big time. I love our chain texts and our Skype dates. You make me laugh so hard I might do things pregnant women do. I love how we can talk about "coloring" (cough cough), blog relationships, our opinions on automobiles, and all things nerdy. You have changed my life, and if only one good thing (because really, there wasn't much) came out of Creative Estates, it was that I met you!
Dear new neighborhood, I heart you. I love all the walking paths, I love the water park, I love the gym, I love the lake. I feel like we live in a resort that we never have to leave. It's amazing how moving one exit north can make all the change in the world. My heart is happy here, and I must confess that it sure is nice to see moms with baby joggers on the side of the road instead of 70 year olds driving golf-carts at 25 MPH on their way to happy hour.
Dear San Diego friends, the baby shower invitation was just designed by the lovely Danielle Burkelo of Take Heart. You should be getting one soon. Can I just tell you how excited we are to see all of you and enjoy a sunny day at the bay celebrating the arrival of baby E? It's going to be a fabulous day with all of you wonderful peeps!
Dear Mom, I love when you come visit. The thought of you and Dad possibly moving here one day would be the icing on the cake. Thank you for taking such good care of my puppy when you're here and for always being such a positive, encouraging person in my life. I hope I'm half the mom you are one day! I'm so glad we could spend Mother's Day together this year.
Dear Obama, stop trying to be cool and get over yourself already. We get that you're friends with George Clooney and partay at his crib. We all know that when you made this public statement it just so happened to ironically co-inside with an election year and we all know that you will do anything to win some votes. Yay you. You're still not getting my vote.
Dear Baby E, yesterday your dad and I got massages
Dear Arizona, Californian's give you a bad rap. I know because I once was one. I remember when we said we were moving that friends gave us sunscreen (haha you know who you are!). You really have grown on us. I don't think we'll leave you.
Dear Anthroplogie, thank you for providing the perfect Mother's Day gift for my momma this year. And thank you for sending me those beautiful, glossy magazines that you send. I love to read them over and over and stare at all your pretty things. I will never pay $325 for a maxi dress from you, but still, a girl can dream.
Dear guy across the street, in case you can't tell already, I'm 7 months pregnant, starting to get puffy, have a ring on my finger and am NOT impressed by your hundreds of sit ups in your home gym, your speeding down the road on your motorcycle without a helmet and your honks and whistles. Get a life, dude.
