Found on the Internet:
Dear Baby:
Please note that today is (8/17/2007), which, as you have been orally reminded for several weeks now, is the “Due Date” referenced in the lease that you agreed to approximately nine months ago, and thus the date by which you are supposed to vacate your current premises.
Following a routine inspection of the property on Friday, I have been advised that you have not yet begun to make any preparations towards moving, other then possibly removing a few items from the walls. I am also advised that you may have changed the locks, as the inspector was unable to obtain access to the property. Please note that, if your departure continues at this pace, you will be in violation of the lease, which was entered into in good faith, with the expectation that you would honor its terms. Accordingly, I have no choice but to advise you that if you do not voluntarily remove yourself from the premises within the next 48 hours, I will have no choice but to commence formal eviction proceedings, and I have already put the proper authorities on notice. As you have been repeatedly advised, your new accommodations are in fact ready and awaiting your arrival, so your cooperation in voluntarily moving out of the current premises, avoiding the time and inconvenience of more formal, compelled proceedings, would be much appreciated. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
Sincerely,
The Landlord (a/k/a “Mommy”)
Aside from waiting till this kid shows up so I can finally meet him/her, I’m just trying to get last minute things done (and waiting for my new server to come in so I can get up and running with ND8!). He/she is definitely running out of room and not comfortable anymore (which makes two of us). Matt and I watch in amazement as my stomach stretches and slides. The best analogy I heard was from my doctor, who said that it looked like I had a bag of snakes in my stomach! I am trying to capture it on my phone’s video camera.
It’s quite funny, Matt and I spend lots of time during the day fielding calls and instant messages: “No, no baby yet!”
Yesterday, I got a text message from Matt. “Have we had the baby yet?”
Sleeping has not been easy the past few weeks, and we laugh with the neighbors when they see a light turn on during the wee hours of the night, or early in the morning. It’s almost like the walkie-talkie turns on,
*static* “We have activity at the Strattons… I repeat, we have activity at the Strattons.”
There’s a reason I haven’t posted any updated belly pics, the summer finally caught up with me. I have about 55 pounds to lose before Lotusphere. What can I say? When her Royal Highness the Dairy Queen requests a private audience, you don’t say no!
