It isn't easy being green

It is disturbing to me, pumpkin, that I have begun to experience a feeling that I had not previously known was possible.

Now, walking down the street, going to the market, driving to work, I am beginning to find myself in the grips of....

Baby Envy.

It's terrible I know, but everytime I see someone grooving down the footpath with a threewheeled conveyance of small people, I want to hold you up and show them. SEE, I will say, SEE HOW BEAUTIFUL MY BABY IS?

Because this, pumpkin, is the one thing of which I'm sure. You, my darling pumpkin, will be the most beautiful baby who has ever been chosen to grace this earth. Your father, it must be said here, was NOT, by any stretch of the imagination a cute child, but your mother was, and I have great faith in the strength of her genes.

There's been some things happening recently which have made me especially anxious for you to get here. Not, you should understand, that I am in any way pressuring you to arrive early. My work is particularly difficult this week, as I'm in the last days at my old job and I'm trying very hard to get everything done before I leave.

Whenever I see these people holding their babies, cuddling them or feeding them or taking them for walks in the park, it just makes me think about how much I want to hold you. To cuddle you, to feed you and to begin showing you this whole wide world.

That's the stress relief I need, pumpkin.

We've had some more discussions about your name this week, too. Something happened which has made us rethink one of your middle names.

No, I'm not going to tell you what or why, you'll figure it out when you get here.


Love you.