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Dear Sprout... | 7 days

Dear Sprout,

According to my little tracker on this blog, there is 7 days left until your expected due date.  I've already come to the realization that you are more than likely going to surpass this said date and make for a late arrival.  As long as everything continues to stay the way that it has over the last few appointments, I'm going to keep you in there until you're ready to make your debut.

Your dad and I are very excited for your arrival and it's really been a long time in the making.  We get questions all the time about whether we're ready or not... honestly, I don't know that anyone is every really ready.  However, we've really done our very best to have everything in order for you. 

Our family and friends are getting anxious about meeting you and hearing what your name is!  We had decided from the get go to keep your name a secret because we wanted to have one last surprise.  We had found out that you were a boy on December 28th and from there the only other surprise that we could keep was your name, so we did.  It's been fun hearing people guess what you name is or give us a hard time about not saying it, but we just wanted to keep it to ourselves.  When you arrive, we will shout it from the rooftops and if they don't like it... well, we don't have to hear about it because you'll be so darn cute that it won't matter what your name is anymore.

People are very creative in guessing what it might be, it's been very fun to listen to what people come up with!

This weekend is a big weekend for your Aunt Julia.  She's getting married on July 2nd and this weekend happens to be her bachelorette party and bridal shower weekend!  It's been a long time coming and we're all very excited about it happening.  I'm in the wedding party and have been part of the planning for this weekend for a few months now and cannot believe that it's finally here.  I had threatened that you might arrive before now, thus making it impossible for me to attend these functions, but so far so good.

Not only is it a big weekend for Julia but this is the weekend that I had also joked about you arriving for another reason.  Today is your great-grandfather's birthday.  We called him Dadaddy and he's my mom's father.  He was a great man and if you either shared his birthday or came close to being born on his day, that would be pretty cool.  Not only was it his birthday but tomorrow is your Uncle Geoffrey's birthday.  He's my brother and a really cool guy.  You guys will be best buds!  But again, if you arrived this weekend, you'd be surrounded by great family birthdays and I think that would be fun to have another boy birthday during that same weekend.  Not to mention the fact that it's also Memorial Day weekend!

Anyway, with all of those things said, I just wanted to say that we are very excited (yet calm) about your arrival.  We know that you'll arrive when you're ready and we hope to not have to drag you out of there.  I cannot promise anything, but we're willing to wait until about June 18th for you to arrive.  My doctor is keeping a good eye on you though and she knows that you'll come when you're ready.  If you don't... she'll help you out and then you'll be safe in our arms.  Don't worry, it's not bad out here.  I mean, it's nothing like my womb but I'm sure you'll love it and most importantly, we'll love having you here.

So... enjoy your next few days hanging out with me... We cannot wait to meet you!

Love you bunches,



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