August 21, 1997--Annie. My latest fear is that you're a boy. I mean, I really don’t know for CERTAIN that you're a girl and we won’t be having any more sonograms at this point. If you were a boy I'd be shocked, and I don't want to be shocked. If you were a boy, I'd somehow feel that all this talking and connecting I do with you will be void. And what would I do with the pink polartec winter hat and blanket, the little girl dresses I bought, and the white frilly outfit your grandma got you? I'm so used to the idea of you being Annie, our little girl, that I don't know what I'd feel if you came out with a penis! Not to mention that there'd be the matter of circumcision. I wouldn’t want to do that to you, ouch!
Goodnight little unborn baby critter.
Mom
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Hey what a great site keep up the work its excellent.
»
Post a Comment