First off, I want to thank Cynthia, who sent us some cute and chic baby clothes as well as a monkey sleep sack, bowl, and plush toy—there’s a for-real thank-you note in the mail, but I had to tell the world. =) Now I just have to fight the urge to try out the sleep sack on our grouchy cat. . . .
Ruth emailed me late last week. She told me that she is religiously prohibited from congratulating me, and she did say a couple of nice things, but 90 percent of the email was expressing her worry and letting me know that they will love me whatever I do. To my somewhat weary and wary eye, it reads like she’s responding to an email telling her that I’m going into rehab. I just feel tired, and I’m going to take my time about writing back. Mr. Book is pretty angry at both of them right now. I’m never the one who takes forever to write back, and I know that I should say something, but I’ve tried a couple of times and just sort of run out of steam. So . . . probably not today.
I’ve been trying to take pictures of my stomach with fruit, as my sister Kate has nagged me to do, but it ends up just looking like a pudgy woman holding a lemon. =/ Those shots have all been deleted. I think I’m giving up until the kid is at least the size of a coconut.