dear MM,
please don't tell people that i had 2 miscarriages and that the twins replaced the babies i lost. me and p did not replace annelise or mackenzie. they are 2 distinct souls that i think about every time i look at the boy or the twins. i still feel them in my heart, and they will always be a part of our family even tho they are not here.
ps...instead of complaining that your rent went up by more than a hundred bucks becos your expenses changed last year (no medical expenditures), you could donate some of that money to the babies...that's a good medical expense! and your rent will go down!
yr granddaughter
dear mom,
i'm glad you are taking care of grams after her fall. but a tiny little part of me wishes that you could be here with me, helping with the babies. i'm overwhelmed and scared that i'm going to mess up without hubby when he goes back to work. i know dad is willing to help, but it's not the same as having your mom with you.
yr daughter
dear MIL
i'm sorry that chemo is kicking your ass. it sucks that something that is supposed to cure you is so poisonous and horrible. i wish someone would invent an organic/herbal chemo that didn't make people so sick. stay the course, keep faith in yourself, and i pray that the next 5 months will speed by and you'll be on the road to recovery.
that said, please visit your grandchildren, especially your new babies! you have visited them only 3 times since they were born. i know that you missed a week becos of chemo quarantine and we were expecting that. but you could have visited them on vacation (and been in our cool AC'd house to boot!) use the grandkids as an excuse to kick cancer's ass!
ps...no baby gifty? i mean, mom and dad only bought a new crib and mattress, dipes and wipes, clothes and gear, and you give us bupkis?
yr DIL
dear SIL,
you never cease to amaze me. thanks for helping out with the babies despite your broken wrist and busy schedule.
ps BIL...if you want kids of your own, you need to learn how to deal with them. start by holding your niece and nephew!
yr SIL
dear pubic bone, knees, ankles and all my other joints.
please stop hurting. i'm no longer carrying 40 pounds of baby and fluids. i know my body has to adjust, but i can't stand being in pain. and you, pubic bone, STOP CRACKING LIKE A KNUCKLE JOINT. this totally creeps me out.
ps, stop bleeding. it's been nearly a month. and i'm sick of smelling like old spoiled meat.
yr owner
dear body,
high 5, you! you're looking damn good nowadays! aside from my stupid elephant stomach, i'm back to where i was pre-pregnancy! my pregnancy pants are now falling off my shrinking ass and hips, and i had to dig into my drawers to find new (old) pants to wear! and yay to my top - my shirts are now too big! i'm smaller than i was before i got pregnant! even my old bras are too big! as soon as my incision stops hurting and pricking, i'll be back to swimming, and pushing the babies in their stroller will give me a good start to exercise (not to mention solve my problem of walking the boy to and from the bus stop!)
keep up the good work! i'm proud of me!
yr owner
dear blood sugar,
you're at awesome levels now! every morning when i test i'm under 120, and when i tested before supper the other night i was 126 (and that was with nursing a grape soda all afternoon!) after having awful numbers during the last 4 months of pregnancy, i'm so glad to be back to my normal limits. keep up the good work, becos i don't want to go back on glucophage ever again.
yr owner
dear blood pressure,
you're too high. it's sad when you were lower during my pregnancy! i hate taking meds to control you, so please stop being so high.
yr owner
dear ELCA,
i hope you're satisfied.
yr daughter of christ
dear mr. obama,
please beware of who is in your inner circle. they are making me very nervous. i love my country and i don't want it fucked up more that it already is.
a concerned citizen
my dearest boy,
you are my absolute angel. you have adjusted so well to the arrival of the babies and i can see how much you love them. i am so proud of you doing well with school. i can't believe your not my baby anymore, but i look forward to what you have in store for me as you grow up.
ps please don't get mad if we can't buy you toys. we have no money. and you certainly don't need any more droids.
yr mom
dear hubby,
thank you for spending the past 4 weeks with us at home, taking good care of me and the kids. i wish you didn't have to go back to work, but i'm grateful for the time you did take with us. i'll try harder to take care of the babies at night (i wish this damn incision would stop hurting!) so you can get more sleep. give me a few more weeks and i'll be back upstairs.
i'm sorry if i'm a cranky, emotional bitch sometimes. i hate coming down from pregnancy hormones. somewhere your sexy horny wife is hiding.
fylwaaffeab
dear monkey ears and pretty pie,
you feel like you've been here my entire life. you truly are my million dollar babies.
yr mommy
please don't tell people that i had 2 miscarriages and that the twins replaced the babies i lost. me and p did not replace annelise or mackenzie. they are 2 distinct souls that i think about every time i look at the boy or the twins. i still feel them in my heart, and they will always be a part of our family even tho they are not here.
ps...instead of complaining that your rent went up by more than a hundred bucks becos your expenses changed last year (no medical expenditures), you could donate some of that money to the babies...that's a good medical expense! and your rent will go down!
yr granddaughter
dear mom,
i'm glad you are taking care of grams after her fall. but a tiny little part of me wishes that you could be here with me, helping with the babies. i'm overwhelmed and scared that i'm going to mess up without hubby when he goes back to work. i know dad is willing to help, but it's not the same as having your mom with you.
yr daughter
dear MIL
i'm sorry that chemo is kicking your ass. it sucks that something that is supposed to cure you is so poisonous and horrible. i wish someone would invent an organic/herbal chemo that didn't make people so sick. stay the course, keep faith in yourself, and i pray that the next 5 months will speed by and you'll be on the road to recovery.
that said, please visit your grandchildren, especially your new babies! you have visited them only 3 times since they were born. i know that you missed a week becos of chemo quarantine and we were expecting that. but you could have visited them on vacation (and been in our cool AC'd house to boot!) use the grandkids as an excuse to kick cancer's ass!
ps...no baby gifty? i mean, mom and dad only bought a new crib and mattress, dipes and wipes, clothes and gear, and you give us bupkis?
yr DIL
dear SIL,
you never cease to amaze me. thanks for helping out with the babies despite your broken wrist and busy schedule.
ps BIL...if you want kids of your own, you need to learn how to deal with them. start by holding your niece and nephew!
yr SIL
dear pubic bone, knees, ankles and all my other joints.
please stop hurting. i'm no longer carrying 40 pounds of baby and fluids. i know my body has to adjust, but i can't stand being in pain. and you, pubic bone, STOP CRACKING LIKE A KNUCKLE JOINT. this totally creeps me out.
ps, stop bleeding. it's been nearly a month. and i'm sick of smelling like old spoiled meat.
yr owner
dear body,
high 5, you! you're looking damn good nowadays! aside from my stupid elephant stomach, i'm back to where i was pre-pregnancy! my pregnancy pants are now falling off my shrinking ass and hips, and i had to dig into my drawers to find new (old) pants to wear! and yay to my top - my shirts are now too big! i'm smaller than i was before i got pregnant! even my old bras are too big! as soon as my incision stops hurting and pricking, i'll be back to swimming, and pushing the babies in their stroller will give me a good start to exercise (not to mention solve my problem of walking the boy to and from the bus stop!)
keep up the good work! i'm proud of me!
yr owner
dear blood sugar,
you're at awesome levels now! every morning when i test i'm under 120, and when i tested before supper the other night i was 126 (and that was with nursing a grape soda all afternoon!) after having awful numbers during the last 4 months of pregnancy, i'm so glad to be back to my normal limits. keep up the good work, becos i don't want to go back on glucophage ever again.
yr owner
dear blood pressure,
you're too high. it's sad when you were lower during my pregnancy! i hate taking meds to control you, so please stop being so high.
yr owner
dear ELCA,
i hope you're satisfied.
yr daughter of christ
dear mr. obama,
please beware of who is in your inner circle. they are making me very nervous. i love my country and i don't want it fucked up more that it already is.
a concerned citizen
my dearest boy,
you are my absolute angel. you have adjusted so well to the arrival of the babies and i can see how much you love them. i am so proud of you doing well with school. i can't believe your not my baby anymore, but i look forward to what you have in store for me as you grow up.
ps please don't get mad if we can't buy you toys. we have no money. and you certainly don't need any more droids.
yr mom
dear hubby,
thank you for spending the past 4 weeks with us at home, taking good care of me and the kids. i wish you didn't have to go back to work, but i'm grateful for the time you did take with us. i'll try harder to take care of the babies at night (i wish this damn incision would stop hurting!) so you can get more sleep. give me a few more weeks and i'll be back upstairs.
i'm sorry if i'm a cranky, emotional bitch sometimes. i hate coming down from pregnancy hormones. somewhere your sexy horny wife is hiding.
fylwaaffeab
dear monkey ears and pretty pie,
you feel like you've been here my entire life. you truly are my million dollar babies.
yr mommy
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