Dear @$^@! Baby,
While I am grateful that you continue to be relatively nice to me and my body, I will admit that I am a little miffed at you. There I was, six months ago, discovering a little cell blob inside of me and I think HEY! I KNOW! I will start a blog where I can bitch about the awful things it’ll do to me.
And I started mentally planning for posts about morning sickness and aches and pains and gross things. I consulted with some creative friends, threw some names around and yadda yadda yadda this blog was born.
Dear !@$%@ Baby.
A place to swear at you, yell at you, curse at you, damn you for messing things up so horrifically.
Except. EXCEPT. YOU HAVEN’T WRECKED ANYTHING YET.
YOU’RE MAKING ME LOOK FOOLISH AND MEAN.
Not that I want you to change your ways; I’m just saying. I don’t appreciate the bad light in which you are portraying me.
I’ll get back at you for it. Someday.