Overripe

{ Friday, June 19, 2009 }
Dear Bean,

Well, the date that we've been thinking about, repeating to one another, and preparing for these past several months has come and gone with little fanfare. It seems that you are healthy and comfortable right where you are and that's where you plan to stay, for now. Sad as it is, this temporary arrangement we have going on is coming to an end. (It seems you may not have gotten the memo--your current living situation was always meant to be temporary. We have made other, more roomy arrangements for you that we think you'll like just as well.)

I understand how stressful moving can be (and I fear that this first move of yours is going to be stressful and painful for all of us), but it can't be avoided. Your parents are ready for you. Your grandparents won't stop calling to ask about you. The neighbors have even started asking where you are. The two of us together are just too big.

Its time.

We can't wait to meet you,
Mom

6 comments:

Landlady of Fat said...

C'mon bean! Get to jumpin! :)

Anonymous said...

Been there and it ain't fun! Hope the kiddo gets moving soon. Good luck!

Anonymous said...

I know you're suffering but this was really, really cute.

Dani Magestro said...

Your so cute. I cant wait to see your bean!

Val said...

SO very cute, indeed. I'll join in the nagging... "c'mon, Bean!"

We ALL wanna meet you and you have some cool ass parents who have been brilliantly patient, but enough is enough! COME OUT RIGHT NOW, young lady!

Anonymous said...

Come on little one! Everyone's eager to meet you!