Which means even though you were planned and properly thought out (I mean, at least enough right?) your mom won't take prenatals. I hope you are getting essential vitamins from all the sushi, queso, root beer, and olive garden knock off salads we've been enjoying.
And mom won't even make any first appointments til you already the size of an avacado and have nails and the midwives will be like, 'You didn't know you were pregnant?!' and she'll be all "I'm 4 months, that doesn't even really happen to people, we all saw Breaking Amish, we know what liars TLC execs are!"
And also we probably won't tell people cause it's more fun to see ward members wonder if mom's just fat or if she's crazy enough to attempt a 3rd child during first year of dad's residency.
And when we finally have an ultrasound, it'll be awesome and exciting for us, we are so glad to see you! And then later mom will slip the little folder of photos on top of the trunk of the car while breaking up 3 and 1 year old hellians who absolutely MUST FIGHT over the plastic lawn mower that doesn't even blow bubbles anymore. And then the next day, after taking said angels to the library to play somewhere other than on the couch, and while during the time they are supposed to be taking naps but are really just yelling "MOM! ARE YOU COMING? I WANT TO COME DOWNSTAIRS!" from their locked rooms, your mom will realize she never got those pictures of you off the trunk. And so she will
If it makes you feel any better, you are currently my favorite and least needy child. You'll recieve bonus points after all this goes down if you make it here in 20 weeks instead of the 21-22 your brothers took.