I’ve been crazy nesting this weekend—cleaning out closets, going through bins of children’s clothes, looking through boxes that hadn’t been touched in a while. I came across this letter. I don’t remember what warranted the sorry note–sounds like I lost some ring that my mom let me wear? I just thought it was pretty funny how I made check boxes (I remember doing these a lot on notes). And, I appreciated my mom’s well thought out answer.

I can clearly remember the feeling of being very, very pregnant and going to bed each night wondering if it was the last night I’d be pregnant. I was unsure of how to make plans on our calendar and pretty much kept it clear (“Well, I don’t want to commit to going out next week. I may be in the hospital having a baby that day.”). People called me and emailed me to find out if I was in labor yet…as if I’d keep that a secret.