how i'm feeling

Well Eve,
If I have seemed a little anxious lately, it is because I am. Your dad and I are going home this weekend and we can hardly wait. It's been since Christmas since we got to hang out with everyone. That's when they actually found out about you. We made you a little stocking with our pregnancy test in it and blue and pink ribbons tied to it. Everyone was ecstatic except your grandpa, and he was in shock.

If you do turn out to be a girl, he will be at ease, seeing as how he raised three of his own. If you do happen to be a boy, I'm sure you'll have some different hobbies than my sisters and I had. Instead of slap boxing, you may actually spar and instead of teaching you to pitch underhanded he'll have to teach you to pitch a baseball. Those kind of things.

Your dad is getting excited. He wants to build you a crib. He wants me to get going with my scrapbook for you and he wants me to finish crocheting your blanket. He seems to be in a hurry to get you out of my belly so he can hang out and teach you to have perfect pitch, teach you baby sign language, teach you spanish, and whatever else he can teach you.

Mom, aunt Jildo, and aunt E have been crazy cats. Of course E can't wait to be an aunt, she looks forward to that more than being a mother. She will be able to teach you how to be fashionable as well as healthy. That's good, because your mom has zero fashion sense. Aunt Jill will teach you to love art and animals. We'll try to keep that love for animals to a less extreme than aunt Jill takes it. (No offense Jildo) Grama can teach you everything else. There's pretty much nothing she isn't good at, besides maybe driving in big cities, but mom knows how to do that.

I bought you something last weekend. You won't get to meet your great grama Sortore, but I bought something for you that I wanted to pass on from her. When I was growing up, we used to read book after book together. She really liked poetry and I found a copy of one of the poetry books that we used to read. It's called When We Were Very Young by A.A. Milne. I hope you appreciate the poems as much as I do.